Home

loose bottles of booze and missing shoes.
its a mystery how i made it home,
but here i am. my brother sleeps,
his hushed breath squeezed out his nose
with his face pressed aggressively
against the pillow. how does he sleep
like this? another mystery fills my head
shortly before i slump into bed.

tick tocking clocks and single socks.
why am i like this? i cant sleep. 
again. my brother shouts in his sleep.
"you'll never take me alive!": he's off
saving the world again. if only he could
do it quietly, then maybe i'd sleep better.
he cant help it. he takes after me,
after all. i silently stumble down the stairs 
and leave him to his profound dream affairs.

morning bird tweets and unused bed sheets.
i stayed up the full night. i did this often
when sleep ran away from me. is it fear or
something else? one puzzle after another-
the cat paws at my feet. hungry. she and i
had our breakfast and we questioned the universe.
stanza by stanza we deciphered its story and
its pain. sleep still runs away leaving me in thought,
i'll be like this till i've died and rot.

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