I have been sleeping in the car; on the road; in every gas station restroom.
I have been sleeping under your supervision, in the wet ribs of a body that feels too heavy & too foreign.
I have been sleeping but I have been without rest, without reprieve.
At the turn of the ceaseless clock hands, I quiver & beg & bargain for a moment of uninterrupted rest.
Maybe then my mind will right itself.
- a.a.j
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Truths I Tell (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of poems which express the love, sorrow, joy, anguish and other such emotions which life has allowed me to feel.
