Say It

I'm hot

The air is on in here

The sheet curtain is billowing its agreement

There are no arguments from the cold linoleum or

The semi freshly air dried laundry

Waiting on me

I seek pleasant sugar

And long for sleep

And I'll get it

I'll get everything

I talk

In hopes I'll stop

thinking

And start doing

Whatever it is

And pass through the torrent

Of this waking life

(As if the dream would be better)

And they say not to fight

They say

Hold your head up to the light

They say

The sun'll come the fuck out

And it does

It fucking does