By Luke Kim
I like sleeping alone,
In my bed, past moon’s highest reach.
No one to hear my snoring
No one to numb my arm and my mind.
And from the looks of my bed in the morning
-I move a lot, maybe because I dream a lot,
No one to notice my morning tower
No one to make fun of my boxers
No one to look at my face
When I can’t look at their faces.
But most of all-
No one to convince me into sharing my sole kingdom –
My territory, My turf, My Queen – sized zion.
My freedom, I let my breaths be selfish, to be free
I open the cage, and my monstrous thoughts finally get
What they deserve – food, my soul their chicken soup
I feed them…about 40 minutes
Sometimes I feed them some outside air too,
Mixed with the taste of menthol.
I like sleeping alone.
I like to sleep with two pillows.
One under my head and
I hold the other –
Sometimes I just put one
Right next to me – to see where it would be
After I wake up, it usually leaves my side
And off my bed before I open my eyes.
I like sleeping alone.
My pure addiction
My delicate niche
My condescending wife
I just can’t get enough of it.
Seriously, I don’t.
I like sleeping alone.