Wet Pajamas On a Rainy Night
I dreamt it was blood,
the adhesive sticking my pajamas to my slick skin.
Rain drummed late into the darkness,
first tapping lightly on the window so at first I thought it was possums trying to steal my bike again, raccoons looking for a handout, the egret resident of the local drainage bumming an umbrella.
The wall heater cranked up high,
I tried to dry off evidence of my late night dog paddle across the bay, finally giving up to a dry set of flannel before stepping back into the swell,
thick with kelp, smelling just like blood.
I dreamt it was blood,
the adhesive sticking my pajamas to my slick skin.
Rain drummed late into the darkness,
first tapping lightly on the window so at first I thought it was possums trying to steal my bike again, raccoons looking for a handout, the egret resident of the local drainage bumming an umbrella.
The wall heater cranked up high,
I tried to dry off evidence of my late night dog paddle across the bay, finally giving up to a dry set of flannel before stepping back into the swell,
thick with kelp, smelling just like blood.
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