I awoke from my unrest
much like a broken jack-in-the-box,
tucked away in your treasure chest,
yearning for some comforting discomfort
then wandering empty schoolyards
where we had settled on being unsettling,
where we shook ourselves back to dreaming,
long before distant arm waves,
less fatal practice runs and
personalized condolence cards.
Let me inhale your sh…