Insomnia

once,
her eyes (or twice)
she--no, that's not right.

on inhale
her abdomen
informs
to the small of my back

in the murmurmur
of an intermission
a nicotine breeze
played a trick
on the laws of acoustics:
I heard a man say,
"clocks rip the day to shreds".

hello, hip,
come closer,
make me forget.

spoon
knife
fork

night tears,
tissue paper echo,
clocks never sleep,

Dan Waber


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