in swelter
i'm all tired out
with the turbulence that closes up my chest
don't get me started
so i ask laika for comfort
ignore gaiman's note on wybie's save
i'll know no one will do the same for me
but
when
japanese breakfast clicks on
i can't help but blink to remain awake
i'll remove the thin disks from
the slits in my blouse
and when i've
puffed out what i'd held in:
a sigh of missing her
i'll sleep with ease
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More from An '05 Child
Poetryselect poems and finally some prose about my environment of growing with a sister, and in one that hasn't consistently been easygoing. this however is not the saturated substance of the piece, it is rather context details for finding appreciation in...
