Apartment

 

I dreamt you were stacks of concrete and trees

with holes.

You breathe throughout the night and hiccup 

suddenly.

I only want to lie to myself

and pretend that you are a simple

piece of this puzzle that I like

to pick apart little bit by bit,

and dissect single elements while spiraling

into loops of thoughts 'til lost in a cycle

of endless questions.

It all started with you and you lead me

to riding the thought train of

what you might mean when you creak at night.

If I'm missing something, am I supposed to listen harder?

~Tina Meeks