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A Story About Nervous Sleep

 

I have dreams sometimes

Of us going furniture shopping

Falling asleep on the beds

In a dimly lit showroom.

The steady hum of people

Like the oscillating fan blowing

Breezes, reassuring our ears,

Quieter than silence,

Us curled like pubic hairs

Into each other, legs

Locked at the ankles,

Hands curved like a heart

At our chests, moving with

Imperceptible motion.

It’d be a marvelous sleep.

 

But reality sets in that would

Never happen.

sleep is rarely so guileless

so willing to be held as a blanket.

Just last night you slept in

A dead sweat, your throat

(that creamy column that

rises like dust in a storm)

tortured and gasping,

I could see your heart

Beating through your skin.

 

Wake up, wake up,

I shook you lightly.

But you slept

in a deathly pallor

and breaths

shallow

slowly

came.

 

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2 Comments

  1. The steady hum of people

    Like the oscillating fan blowing

    Breezes, reassuring our ears,

    loved this part, and the ending too, of course
    just found your blog. hope all is well

    • Hey scott, thanks a lot and nice to hear from you! Hopefully you’re still writing and everything is good.


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