when doing the
night struggle with the short death
staring at fuzzy night nothing
breathing like a Buddhist breathing
i
been told
by
friends on the floor in ratty sleeping bags
and
exhausted sisters on the top bunk
and
girls indignant or concerned
and
sofa slumber strangers
that
i
snore like a passed out drunk/like four tractors/like
someone who’s about to choke
but
i’m
awake i think
AWAKE
i sleep THAT lightly now
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