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  • pushing against my sleep
    my companion knocks and waits.

    (i'd like to unball
    those rapping hands,
    I’d like you
    to let me pretend
    i'm not at home.)

    I say
    since degrees of fatigue
    are the only difference
    between horde or steal, let me -
    this one night – steal some sleep.

    I'd like to be
    more flower than lover,
    you see
    I’d like to let my lashes untangle
    with a strange kind of grace.)

    pushing against my sleep
    my companion knocks and waits
    for me to open.

    just because i answer
    doesn't mean i'm home.

    [photo by Shane Convery]
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