trout

Bedtime

Alison Wong

He wants half an apple with
the seeds removed, a drink of water,
one slice of cheese.
He wants three stories:
this one, this one and this one.
He doesn't want to sleep.

He wants to sleep
lying on a boat.
This is my body –
his unsinkable boat.

He smiles. I like my intestines, he says.
He sits on the bed eating
his toenails.