It’s five in the morning, I should be alone,<\/p>\n
the only one up in this house,<\/p>\n
as I finish what I started twenty-four hours ago,<\/p>\n
this poetry marathon, a sleepless creative<\/p>\n
hell of my own making, only because I have<\/p>\n
to work in two hours and then fry myself on<\/p>\n
a soccer field after that, ah but sleep.<\/p>\n
She’s just around the turned corner of the morning.<\/p>\n
But who do I hear creaking the floorboards above me?<\/p>\n
It’s she who sometimes doesn’t sleep at night.<\/p>\n
The insomnia came after the concussion, that kick<\/p>\n
in the head just over one year ago.<\/p>\n
I saw her asleep at eight, while I was on poem fourteen.<\/p>\n
I’m not surprised to hear her stomp, stomp, pull open<\/p>\n
a drawer, stomp, stomp, and plop into her squeaky bed.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten how quiet the night was in my room<\/p>\n
when she was away at college up north playing soccer.<\/p>\n
But at this hour, this sacred sleep hour when no one<\/p>\n
arises or goes to bed, I lay in my bed, IPad propped on<\/p>\n
my naked belly, the screen’s light, casting a shadow on<\/p>\n
the ceiling while the fan blows white noise about me,<\/p>\n
and struggle through the last “poem” of this marathon,<\/p>\n
the final, number twenty-four, for which I am thankful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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