I’m too alive to sleep tonight, red lady
Been alternating between beer and peaches
Ghost stories and The JavaScript Bible
The wind has come home to roost in my belfry and there are puppies in my stomach

If you float outside my window tonight, like you did several poems ago
I’ll jump out and join you
Won’t even brush my teeth
And you’ll bring your map?
Of the precise location where I finally do what’s right, right there on destiny’s doorstep.