Saturday, April 2, 2011

cradle

saw nothing

woke up without having phoned.
without having fed her.

pine trees cracking overhead
orange needles for someone's bivvy

how you sleep at that angle or the
constant noise from the wind

and a branch falls. haven't fed her.
fused to a seat on the bus that guy

going round like pairs of butterflies
the street below your adrenal gland

caught in a flutter like that.
you don't sleep. I woke up.

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