it’s late and i should be sleeping
but i can’t get that load of hay
out of my head.
i followed the beat-up farm truck
all the way to to town
with my breath caught in my throat
waiting for the whole load
to tip and topple
going up a good steep hill.
i should be sleeping

but i’m laying here wide awake
imagining big round bales
bouncing and barreling towards me
and what it might feel like to smother
in that sweet summer smell.