Sleep

Sleep is a Betsy Jhonson dress
I can't affrord.

I see it's lux flattering fabric
through the window
but don't dare step in the store,
knowing how much it will cost me.

If I sleep I will be overdrawn and unprepared
standing at work with an empty head.
Obviously broke and too easlily broken.

Sill I just want to drift off into
rich bruised floral print and
dive into sleep's plunging bust.

How I want to ditch my work duds,
unzip from my to do list
and slip on a rouched in the right spots dream,
so bad.

So bad
I wish my time, creativity and cash flow
were my size 16.
Not the ugly sweat stained size 10
I've been pinching my waist to zip up for the last 2 years.