Tuesday, May 22, 2012

there is no joy
with me today
since sleep has not
crossed my path;
my eyes look cross-eyed
at the page
blurred and
wondering when
they will finally
get a chance to close,
and I notice
rhythms with
my breathing
wishing it would
put me to sleep.

May 1997
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