Friday, September 3, 2010


Every night I curl
up into what is
left of me and sleep.
One night I didn't.

I painted the kitchen
instead, reminding myself
all the while of the
insomniac Madonna

we called "Mom".
When the sound of a
vacuum cleaner woke
us up at three, we

assumed the moon was full
and burrowed back into ourselves.

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