if i could sleep forever, the answer is yes

 
we trailed our fingernails
to the one place we thought
they couldn't find us,
the one that gathers dirt just
under the skin

just small a grain enough
to cause no pain
until there is no pain to feel-
and yes, you were gladly
dirty
and i was gladly sad again

~

i keep reading those things you call
"fascinating"
but they don't strike me
as important, oh
they're too factual
to mean anything

and it's not just the poets
or the
dead-eyed
long-lost
that have the heaviest hearts


oh

i've too found them inside
of those who were
born without
one