One Hundred Reruns by Pat West

I awake lost in a tangle

of left-over dreams that dance

around the corners. Your scent

crowds my memory, makes me want you

all over again. Consciousness

comes closer. Darkness turns

to light. I awake exhausted

from remembering. Your image

lingers on the ceiling, forcing

me to re-watch the night

the end begins.

Pat West calls Portland, OR home for now. Her work appears in Labyrinth: Poems and Prose, An Eye for an Eye Makes the Whole World Blind: Poets on 9/11, Listening to the Birth of Crystals, and various webzines.