interrupted dreams

dreams of an old lover
already wearing the
face of a stranger.

a hen better than my own
licks my face and wags her tail.

it was almost a bad dream
but you woke me with
your vomiting.

again.

and again.

i breath in ink
and wish it were over.
i am tired.
and worried.
and think of driving
to the hospital
only to fall asleep.
in this tiny bed
made for one,
but sleeps two.

it stops.
but baby chickens
do not rest.
not in the light of the sun.

i will eat it in my sleep.
when i am a weasel
or a dog.