the final goodnight

may it be on a summer evening
when it is beginning to tip
into cool after a day so hot
the plants turn into themselves
to survive. may my sheets
be clean and white and hold me
in a way that feels more like a life
loved then betrayed.
may there be yellow flowers
on my kitchen counter and a new poem
in my mouth. and may I sigh with relief,
eyes open as I kiss the final goodnight.