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insomnia, an anti-nursery rhyme

up from the day before
the sun rose & birds sang
like you’d been sleeping
but the bed is still made
the garbage men came
the neighbors went to work
through the darkest stretch
for spurts of adrenaline
while everything slept
was racing
disrupted cycle
bitten fingers
bloody whites
stumbling down mounting to-do lists
on a too fast hamster wheel
the surface and the source
giving each other
indian sunburn