3: 01a.m.
i snap off the light
and lie on my side in the oversized bed.
sleep won't come i've had so much rest
the past couple of days so i flop on my back
to stare at the X of the ceiling fan.
but sleep won't come so i snap the light
back on it's a low-watt bulb-
it won't wake my wife and i write these words
squinting since i've already taken my contacts out
(2005-Bolingbrook, IL)
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