Poem of the Week-REM’s

The burp wakes my sweltering stillness

Dry mouth sticks to my tongue

Dreaming of a swerving car

Out of my control

I want to relieve myself

Fearing pain will return

I dig into stale crisp sheets

Repeating my mantra

Gulping for peace

Sensing his presence

Searing breath escapes

Breaking dim lights

Sway the sliding door

Flipping sides

Noisy gas bellows the room

Pulling REMS

To finalize 7 hours

Listening to my husband

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