To sleep like a dinosaur:
my tiny arms gathered to my ribcage
like a Tyrannosaurus-Rex. Curled into
a perfect C, cradled by stone.
The hum of slow-moving molecules,
like a lullaby. To be
a focalized fetus, waiting
to be born again
as pure energy, speed, and light.
To sleep like a Pterodactyl:
my leathery wings wrapped around my body
like afavorite blanket. Folded into
a circle, my chin nestled against my
shoulder blade. The earth opening to me;
the dust remembering my weight. To snore
in tune with the universe. The hum
of morning stars. Too early.
I want to sleep,
oh, I want, I want
like a dinosaur.