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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