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Sleepless Dreams–poem

In my dreams my knees cave
to ashes. When awake my hip
aches with uneven rhythms.
The knuckles of my spine
grind and give. My bottom lip
cracks like the pale bark
of trees in winter–chapped
skin the same shade of anemic
leaves. In my dreams I am
enveloped in the arms of another,
cradled and warm. Left in
thorn thickets on sides
of highways and I dream
of sleeping.
but I don’t sleep.

 

initially written in November 2011. rewritten/ revised/ expanded 15 October 2012.

untitled—poem

In my dreams my knees
cave to ashes. The knuckles
of my spine grind and give.
My bottom lip cracks like
the pale bark of trees in
winter.
but I don’t sleep.

 

 

written November 2011.