blather
light_sleeper
in a silent way open the rib cage
and let me in
rip out the last page
of your dirty diary
no sense in crying
about fragments of bone
you wouldn't even miss them
if you knew they were gone

a trail of smoke leaves the skeleton hands
slow rising
and slow to understand what's happening here
slower still to find a miracle cure

summer coming
all my way
the luck you had has all dried up
and in its place
a blanket of fear
with holes to poke your toes through

the words we're using to define ourselves
are growing older
not long from now
they may talk amongst themselves
and learn to mock us where we live
retaining only what they feel is just
or justifiably retained
they'll be purists that way

you'll stir softly
like you always do
and i will never find a way
to walk out on you

you're a light sleeper
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