I am sleepy and disappointed in myself.
Goodnight.

The blanks between these words
are thoughts and memories.

I said “blanks” but I meant “blankets.”
The space between is me, a lump
in the bedding seen by the man
standing in the doorway.

I said “lump,” as in “like it or lump it,”
but that lump in the bed isn’t really me.

I climbed out the window, down the ladder,
across the lawn, into the waiting car.