Afraid
was it so long ago I slept
on my front steps
under the black sky.
Just thirteen and not knowing
I was asleep that whole year.
Holes in my sneakers only
slightly smaller than
the holes in my life.
Two o'clock in the morning,
three thousand stars watching
and me,
afraid of waking up.
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