Closer to midnight now and the ache of time breathing echoes through an unruly chorus of the house shifting her body and drifting into sleep. i hear her eerie exhale drifting over my cream sheets. fireflies impede in and out- in and out - in and out- in a playful manner, crickets are perching on a bark stage glancing at their crumpled sheet music only occasionally. worn down rubber flip flops that still smell like the plastic isles of Kmart rest by my bedside, reminiscing on its previous life in The monochrome walls of the supermarket, before
I brought it here,making love to the blond carpet floor
while heavy thoughts lay down to sleep with me like a drunken ex lover. i wrestle between what to hold and what to let go of. against the cracked window, flying bugs recklessly plunge into the glass and I listen to the thuds of their wild joyrides getting whipped back on track. the pulse of the fan spinning warm air with warm air mixes up the heat like blending batter or brewing coffee, in the radiance of her unrelenting moon beams I admit the secret only she stays awake to listen to, I feel as worn down as my dime priced sandals.
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