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two hundred thirty-seven

all my poems should be about my love of sleep
and how now my body yearns for bed before the clock
reads ten and i find myself counting down the minutes… 41 more words

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two hundred thirty-six

she howls around corners down streets
and she finds her way into our home
outside she makes her presence known
we hear her and we feel her… 24 more words

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two hundred thirty-five

we both pass out on the bed
as though we have spent the day
on our feet and toiling the earth
when in reality i spent much of it sitting… 35 more words

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two hundred thirty-four

the three of us sit in bed, three bumps on a log
in a new found home on an old found bed
and from here we make a sort of mismatched, overlapped… 44 more words

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two hundred thirty-three

days without words felt bizarre
the packing and unpacking of boxes
taking the place of fingers on keys
and writing appearing on the screen

the habit subsided as stress increased… 29 more words

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two hundred thirty

the laughter lets loose the flow of anxiety pooling
underneath the layers of protection
you have put on, layers of hiding
and silencing the mouth… 32 more words

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two hundred twenty-nine

out in the open, in the green
in the wind and the sun,
open and free, i feel my chest
unhinge, unlock, break and release. 26 more words

365 Days Of Writing