5 minutes; an exercise

by essayan hart

she is not dreaming now
i would know
the insistence of her intrusion
her dreams into mine
forfeits logic

i leave notes
she will never collect my insistence
or our past

two glasses of water
poured into one
never separate
and yet

i am here, with my cold dinner
the lights on
while she rests with her menagerie

the desert never leaves us
the stain of whiskey
on the cold blue sky
the twilight rides

she doesnt dream anymore
i would know
surrounded in bottles, medications
she puts out her cigarette
in the cold desert air