I am curled tight with the night’s listless dreams

still writing memoirs.  Your voice is a wedge
widening the gap between me and sleep. I side-eye
the light, I can see the glow of your skin, it is
desirous prey. You always could make this blue
light special. You peel the stripe of sleep from
my back with predatory fingers. My skin rising to
meet yours. The animal I am wrapped in begins to feed.




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