i.
i do not especially like falling asleep.
i like to fidget in my head
while lying still
still
i do like the sleeping part
of falling asleep,
especially
when my dreams are just another form
of fidgeting
while lying still,
and falling back to sleep
from a brief bout of wakefullness
is nearly as good
as going in the first place
is vague
ii.
There's a term for those
that prefer to be warm,
those that seem to be perpetually bundled
except maybe in the summer
in Texas
I am afraid of the cold,
of every breeze against bare skin
that makes me want to
tuck
wrap
double check
go back to bed
where there are blankets—
to stay
or to take them with me
when I leave
iii.
i do not know
what your body is supposed to tell you to do
when you have a fever
besides sleep
cough less
breathe more
have some
water
and something hot enough
to clear the sinuses
i laid back
for two hours
underneath a tardis
very warm
at first
and then very very warm
until i dragged it with me
to eat something
and take my temperature
it was probably good for me
while i could stand it
.
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Crumpled Paper
PoesíaCliche title? Maybe. It's just unorganized poems. Doesn't need anything fancier. Mostly very straightforward writes about mundane things. No mushy love poems, no dark broody poems. I write somewhere else so this is mostly gonna be an ease-of-refer...
