Awake all night

negative keyboard-imprint on the screen

Asking my hands to love me

Asking my hands to make me something worth loving

Asking my hands to stop clinging

so tight

Whispering bedtime stories

to my hands

so that they stop moving 

so fast

Whispering bedtime stories

to the ceiling tiles

so that they stop moving

so fast

Tasting the words in my mouth

inhaling bedtime stories

into my lungs

so that they stop wanting

so much

Bedtime stories leaking

into my blood

hitching a ride

on red cells

beside oxygen

who doesn’t say much

Bedtime stories 

lulling oxygen

to sleep

with metaphors and



The End

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