Double post!

encourage me, cowgirl.

i've hardly a smoldering coal

left for you. 

but don't you know

i've all the fatigue and 

sandman dust

you could use? 

bricks and chairs and grey nails

to hang new curtains

in the drawing room

some winter afternoon. 

or to go from pillow to pillow

trading coins for teeth 

but never really to be sleeping

only sending frustrated 

blades through the bed

feathers all suspended above you

and never to be gripping 

summer sent golden rods,

but handfuls of dark-

and a wooden figure,

formed from the dry

sheets of fallen bark