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POETRY
Wolf Moon
Sharp-toothed, the night nibbles
knowingly gnawing away at the hours
while I lay awake
sleep has already been devoured
tantalizing, the debris of its bones
are strewn upon the table,
a platter array as uncomfortable
as any unsettled bed
It’s winter, and it should be the
season of rest since everything else
is tucked in tightly in dens and nests
but the flannel sheets
may as well be hairshirts
and the darkness a clever thief
shining in a bright light
to steal my attempt at dreams
Thank you, readers! Wishing y’all sweet dreams this weekend.