Couldn’t settle for 38, so here’s to 40.
I will unbar my eyelids and let them glide,
like shades in a well mannered home,
closing in upon themselves.
Teeth will not be ground,
deep within a particular shoulder.
The temperature will level off in a cool,
but mindful state,
The floor may split,
but only for a moment,
when I will gladly step in