Dull, aching, screaming bone marrow, brittle as a junkyard
Chassis rusting since 1952
While she turns away her body heat jerking

HE CANNOT SLEEP

He cannot sleep

with eyes wide open

he does not see enough light

through this blinding darkness

he feels

He Sleeps

There he sleeps soundly oblivious to me,
Not knowing that I can't look away.

I watch his movement carefully,
I notice

Can't sleep, can't sleep

And the snore makes me giggle.

But you never wake up

As much as I wiggle and wiggle.

So you stay and

in his sleep his chest rises and falls with each breath.

in his sleep, his eyes shift beneath the thin protective lids.

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