all the tombstones were sitting in trashcans
like a landscape.
death was on the tip of everyone’s tongues.
i lay in bed, listening for the air conditioner to shut off
so that i could know when i should have been asleep.
from off in the distance a police siren screamed
from ten feet behind a baby started to howl.
outside three dogs began to bark.
from the other room a dachshund began to pace.
i drank ten beers and ten pots of coffee and went to sleep for eight hours
on a giant mattress that was both firm and comforting
and that drained away my aches and pains
and i was never exhausted again.