Morning comes and the animals lick me awake. They’ve tired of dreaming and want to eat and play. But I’m never ready to wake up. The night is my favorite and I hate to see it go. Dreaming is my favorite and I hate to see it end. When night comes I feel safe and I finally get to relax from the threats of the day. And the deeper into the night, the safer I feel, like nothing or no one can touch me in the dead of the night. This feeling for the night always reminds me of the Neko Case lyrics which make me wonder if I’m weird.
But now, not even the masons know what drug will keep night from coming
Because if fear of the night is the measurement for loneliness, then loneliness me hace los mandados because night is my lover and I don’t take it well when drunk assholes interrupt it. And the lover of a thousand years has been interrupting my nights for so many years I have lost count, but these days I am not so giving. So when he texted me last night I wasn’t very accommodating, it didn’t help him that in the morning I had woken up hating him. I must have had a dream about what a pussy and a liar he is when it comes to me. The truth is that I’ve had enough of him for sometime. I thought of ghosting him and just blocking him but I decided against it. I wanted him to know how I felt, if even for just a little.
So when he said, “I like you” I said, “You do??? You could have fooled me, I thought I was chopped liver.”
He said, “Hey now”
I did not appreciate the lack of comma usage so I stopped texting back and went back to my lover, the night. I had some money riding on the UFC fight anyway.
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 