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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Poem 323: Sunken mattresses

In the middle it begins to dip
drawing me into its center
no matter how I lay or stretch
I sink in even closer

If I start out lying on the edge
then as the night draws on
I find myself right back again
sunk into the center.

So tonight my mind has been made up
my plan for sleep is this
I'll will not use this old mattress
I'll take the floor instead.

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