BAD NIGHT BLUES

the bed is studded
with antlers. When
I roll into the 
quilt something
jabs me awake.
By 6 I've slept
about 12 minutes.
Nightmares charge
like annoyed bulls.
I can't breathe;
dreams lie on their 
backs like centipedes
squirming in Clorox

	- Lyn Lifshin

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