Sleepless
a bird can be beautiful
but I'm trying to sleep
not the sleep of death
but the regular kind
the kind so unlike death
with sleep's so-manying
it's alike perhaps only
in dreams' so-ending
either one inevitable
like a ring or an ex
a row of mouths run through
a column of kisses struck down
like jays sitting on a wire
or robins falling from a nest
and all I really want
is everything
to stop screaming
all the ways I miss you.
Posted Jul 8, 2022, 8:01 PM UTC
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