Clean Sheets

I crave strange things in the middle of the night.

Coconut milkshakes and the way your jeans feel after being pushed into a snowbank.

They have nothing to do with one another.

When it's too hot to sleep: I stay up lying in bed thinking about the things I'd rather be doing.

Last week: in my dream he told me: I don't think that you're the kind of person who anyone can love anymore.

I woke up knowing that he was right.