Posted on October 7, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
I tell the child to simmer down, relax Hoping the child is not me, so The kid keeps me cooped up longer….. Minutes confused in conundrum Periods of time, bent, sealed, released Sounds of breathing, sounds of morning Birds, bottle collectors bent on…
Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Insomnia, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Sleep, Writing
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