insomnia knows me well now
nonet
By R.C. TaylorPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ariana Prestes on Unsplash
every night I put quiet house to
bed, scrub the dishes for far too
long with pruney fingers in
soapy water, walk who
used to be our dog,
lie in our bed—
just breathing—
counting
sheep
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R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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