Writing in Bed

it wasn’t

really night, 4 a.m more

sleepdozing which is like

bulldozing but less earthy. I was

half awake fumbling poetry in my head

pounced on each word like a formaldehyde cat

in biology class

only to fall into a moment’s dream

startle awake seconds later to another word

strung along in sodden genius

in this dream

and this dream of poetry

I turned over in the sheets

curled right against his back

and mumbled a poem.

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