Wednesday, November 30, 2011

everynightuntilmorning

restless mattress

ears pressed

floating dusk


I dream you pretend

my sister is me.

You tell her

all your dreams

she laughs

but can't come

up with the answer

so you talk

bitterly

about me.

These nightmares

don't come to me

when I sleep,

because I don't

sleep,

I just see things

swirling like

snow above trees

until it's morning.

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