you are soundly
asleep
the barking dogs
on the streets
in no way
disturb you
how kind had been
sleep to your eyes
gently rubbing your
eyelids
as i, here, still
awake, finding words to
my unknowable grief
a worm inside my
apple heart
a woodpecker in my
head of wood
i am disturbed by
eagles flying away
from me
how did i ever have
snakes for hair locks?
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