Night Waking

Barely a sheet
Still waking
Sweat sliding
Between breasts

~

water
wedges
where
it is
unwanted

~

finally a chill
from the damp skin
of my own sweat

~

stiff joints
swollen in shame
baguette, burger, beer
but c’mon, i skipped
the ice cream!

~

the work I have to do write/right now
is so compelling as to prohibit
my own comfort

the most
story
i’ve ever been
sung

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