Haiku #390

How foolish of me
to sleep in a bed made of
hollowed rhetoric.



I don’t know what can carry my weight. I have tried shoes, but only find gapes in the rubber. I’m afraid to lay in bed without it turning into a sinkhole. I don’t know what to turn to. I turned to the wind,  but I’m a weight too heavy to be carried off. I want to be carried off by a river. I just sink in the earth, and this air is too feathered. Show me the river. Hand me off into its watery arms. Let me go under and float near the bottom.