#35

Doctor says I gotta try

Imagine a perfect place, he says:

There is a white room.
It is always white and bare

at first. I fill it with my mind.
It's instructions are filled

with no question or alarm.
There is a big, fluffy bed

that basically leads into chairs.
A large, beautiful television.

I have everything to relax, eat,
and write with Lauren there

to keep me sane. In just wanting
a thing we have it. Feels like

we deserve something special
after everything. We'll learn

not to appreciate it soon enough.
The darkness never comes

that is not peaceful. Oranges
in a bountiful number. Hair

bright and shining and in multiple
colors. Weightlessness and how,

always how, we wanted to look.
Imagine how claws would grow

in us to stay there. It is too much
to imagine that I could imagine

something terrible. That we cover
ourselves in something bad.

I'll take it though. I'll take it never
paid off or even really mine.

I'll try to fly if it puts me right
in the damn sun. Come along.