Clumsy Poem

Our world gets smaller when you sleep

I’ve been floating across our floor

Sweeping it with my dress

Waiting for you to open your eyes


You do not leave when you’re angry

You do not cry when you’re sad

You sleep, and sleep does some work on you

I have always fought sleep and distrusted it

You come to it like Mama

You offer yourself to it


I’m still here

Sitting and reading and writing

Fighting sleep

Wondering if my body will unknot itself

Long enough to touch you

Wondering why I see lightning

Why you see a warm breast


Sleep solves nothing

Stops time

Buys time

Makes it easy

Makes it that much harder


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