Love Poem

I didn't realize with the melatonin
I was stealing sleep from brains
of dead animals. No wonder I had those dreams.
This poem is a tribute to health care.
That seagull flying overhead doesn't
really care if you time your language
or language your time. Vampirish income
panels were being shaped into a movie
on the street today. I thought
about eating lunch at the herpetological
museum again. I stood
across the street and waved
at you like an idiot. You
had all the patience of a Viking
at a Wes Andersen movie.