stretch: why

when i sleep 
I grind my teeth 
when the world is telling a story 
that's not quite horror 
but not as narratively predictable as drama 
capital, a letter to the finance committee 
please ask the board for permission 
to be sad and angry and unpleasant 
i only need the dispensation 
as long as I live under this crescent moon 
and breathe this air 
that doesn't know how to tell me 
that everything's already okay