Susan Senator

Thanks for the Nap

Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
But those feelings almost killed me, made me hate my head
So does that make me really really strong
Or does that make me almost dead?

An old friend returns to me and beckons
A new friend withers and decays
You, oldest love, my first, were second
Until I and time cut through my haze

Our old baby shines brightly then burns me
I said I wouldn’t but still ask why
Our second son, the sun in splendor
Moves higher and higher into an endless sky
While little one, so young and tender
Already looks at life with jaundiced eye

I’m sure of nothing but my spilled heart
The ground is soft again, my feet fall through
I try to move forward, with dance and art
–I’m okay as long as I can lay down with you.