Tagged: insomnia

between the hours of

between the hours of
almost and maybe is more
doubt, searching for sleep
.
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the stuff that keeps you

the stuff that keeps you
up at night are the unfore-
seeable
things – you

close your eyes, try to see all
the things you hope you do not see
.
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midnight translates with

midnight translates with
stealth, sorting through
words like a
relay racer, passing
the baton, linking
intent to a turn of
phrase, completing
parts of unfinished
sentences, circling,
circling the mind’s
mad racecourse
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night,
unexpectedly,
the brain becomes a
live wire,
looking to make
a connection
.
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when the middle of

when the middle of
the night opens up and spits
you out, there’s nothing

you can do but get a good
hold of its edges, saddle up
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, enough brain cells have
mutinied, kept me

awake for as long as they
needed to get this message out
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, i am recording
the sound of
rain hitting the
concrete alley
behind our home.
other sounds
wander in –
the fridge, a
cough, the memory
of your voice
saying it’s late
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, a draft, making its way
out of the bathroom –

at one-thirty-four a.m., two
more drafts, crisscrossing the first
.
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we do not know our

we do not know our
appetites until we cross
paths with it – sometimes

in broad daylight, other times,
in the middle of the night
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, we
deal with sudden
pain the only way we know
how – Vivienne, screaming
at the top of your
fifteenth-month-old
lungs for ten minutes
at a quarter to two
makes as much
sense as any
while the rest of us lie
achingly still
in the dark, perhaps
hoping to be picked up
.
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