The queen bed tortures my frame
Stillness freezes my rotator shoulder
Flip right, flip left
Crush my organs
Plummet my stomach
The friend’s song keeps repeating
The loving cuddle tried
Why didn’t the gas-x work?
Or the lemon ginger tea
Or the meditation prayer
Or the 10mg buspirone generic Buspar
Or the high after the spurting Blood Moon
After my AKBAR story
Whistling applause can’t make slumber
Hips are grinding into my sciatica
A draft confuses my toes
After the alarm I want to hide in the covers
Don’t listen to the political science
Concentrate on shut eye
Don’t admit insomnia
Hold off the I-phone social media
Splash my corneas drenched in dried up
Muro 128 5% solution
Driftwood the remains of the day
Twist my story
Pray that history doesn’t repeat itself.
If you read “Arthur Truluv” by Elizabeth Berg, I bet u $5. it will mAKE YOU CRY, IN A GOOD WAY. i
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