number 101
nighttime,on the second shelf- nightstand.
pages collect dust,
without my hand
to turn them.
window blinds left opened out, such that someone might see
my eyes closing down two stops.
i’m resting now.
toes so cold-
i’m resting now,
to your song, a shadow on my cheek,
keeping me underneath through winter morning.
posted by d @ 12:07 AM
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