I didn’t go to sleep hungry, but apparently my mind did.
Everyone is asleep
At this sleepover, so
When I wake, post-midnight, and crave
Something to eat,
I make my way, alone,
Down side streets lined with
Jasmine and dogwood, until
I reach a small cafe,
Soups and sandwiches served
In brown paper bags, by a friend
Of mine I haven’t seen in a while.
He forgets my name, and doesn’t
Remember that he forgets, mixing me
With someone else he must have known
Before, or after, we were close.
I leave without correcting him,
Climb the hill and think well that’s
Another one gone.