I woke up suddenly this morning
(And you’ve been in my head,
I smelled smoke and sprang out of bed,
leaving it unmade.
Nothing was on fire;
I made the bed.
There were two wooden ghosts on the floor.
The cats found them somewhere, I guess.
My grandfather made them, and
I cried as I set them on the mantle.
I woke up suddenly this morning,
but I am still tired, worn thin,
too tired to pretend I don’t love you.
written during a long winter