Thursday, April 15, 2021

Should Be Sleeping

I should be sleeping 

eyes should be closed, I whisper 

it’s 2:48 



whisper sweet nothings 

under the sheets no one hears 

iPhone app hears all  




dreams all ended  

woke up hot and thirsty 

what’s the temperature



escort follows me 

together we check the temp 

tripped by his four legs 

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