jolting at 4 a.m.
soft glow of streetlamps
lighting my path
straightening pajamas
binding like ropes
from tossing nightmares
Gobi camped in my throat
I reach the faucet
without glasses all is a blur
plastic textured cup
and moderately cold water
splashing to unparch
leaning in close
reflection becomes clear
nose nearly touching glass
mascara smudged at the corners
of hooded haunted eyes
but no answers there
so I trudge back
succumbing to dreams again
carrying questions in my wake
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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