sleep

22May07

My bones are cement and my muscles are bags of sand

My body pushes against my mattress and the mattress pushes back

I am sinking into this bed because everything is too heavy to move

my limbs are infected with a weighty, crushing sort of sleep

and consider the consequences of never leaving my ocean of sheets

I think about how I forgot to set the alarm

and decide that i don’t really care.

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