You reach your apartment lock,

open darkness

into your Hyde and Eddy apartment

next to New Princess Market

next to a brain

encased inside a white-knuckle skull

who sleeps within tent walls.

In your spry youth, did you believe

in a princess getting saved by a sober 

prince? Another beauty 

just ODed on Eddy across from the SFPD.

Four states away, your mom’s 

comatose body

occupies a hospital room.

You sprawl across your bed

where you slip into a sleep

not fixed to a ventilator

or on a concrete mattress.