tumbled and cocooned

in flannel sheets

sweat pouring

thoughts racing

rerunning scenes obsessively


sliding back and forth in my brain

like sand in a shoe box

they won’t let me sleep

no illness

no nagging conscience


every day bits

“to-do” lists

Monday morning


weekends too short

money too tight

nights too long

and empty

without you

I turn on the light

pouring nonsense on these pages

in hopes of silencing the demons

of an ordinary life

knowing sleep


slipping away off the bed

through the door

a soft furry cat

disappearing in the night




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