TEMASCAL


enjoy each horribly blanketless,
cut-off, and lonesome
night of solitude as if tomorrow
morning you are returning
to the womb


            tomorrow the sun will
            be waiting to envelope your
            opening eyes and your less
            restless feet as you slowly
            sink into the realization that
            you have slept on a bed of dirt


stretch your legs into the cold
void while relishing each shiver,
yawn with your whole body
as your collapse resonates
among four bare walls


            tomorrow you return to
            a place you’ve never been;
            at least tonight, tomorrow
            is a dark room full of steamy
            mystery which thankfully
            can’t be equal to your expectations