2008 August 27 poem: I DOUBLED UP

I DOUBLED UP

on flannel pajamas,
turned on the oxygen, and not being able to
find a peanut-butter-and-jelly
sandwich ate part of a cheese one. Now maybe
I'll be able to sleep. As it's
three now and I won't need to wake until
seven I should be able to get four good hours
of sleep and they will be welcome. No more of
these dreams though of riding around naked in an
open car, fighting with someone for the last
scrap of clothing, a
MacDonald plaid wool scarf far too
flimsy to fight over. No, you can have the
scarf, I've got
two pairs of pjs now and
warm socks too. Good night.