—THERE’S A LINE AROUND THE BLOCK TO GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD

 

 

Dramamine

 

There’s a body

inside my body

with a note

tucked inside

that I never sent

and despite its title

this poem is

not about

sleep or death.

Regret? You’ll

have to ask me

later when I’m

sober and the

honeybees land

like lashes of hope

on the daisies.