who dream life out
a new morning
for each
of your anxieties
warm sheets a carved pillow--
cuddled, comfort
generally leers
at us
from the other side of
the bed we were never comfortable in
sleeping on shards
of the sun-
bleached apocalypse tomorrow
morning
an echo of each former day
sleeps with us:
we too have seen affliction
we grew accustomed to the darkness
our eyes have not adjusted to the light
1 comment:
Oooo... I like this. I'll have to think on it.
-Liz Graves
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