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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