Bedtime Stories

Sheets soiled with dreams

Last night’s worried seams

Worked loose from reams and reams and reams…

As the night came in waves, as did she, once…

 

The sweetest lullaby presses me down

To soiled mattress; hours cower back,

I’m not ready for sleep,

Too much has happened in my head,

Too much that can’t be undreamt.

 

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