Against the Clock
snores,
wakes up,
snores,
wakes up. . .
pinches spouse
rolls back to sleep
face grows red as a flaming sun
eyes
open
close
open
close
rolls
lover on the punch bag floor
alarm
laughs
dial
spins
its dreams dramatic
1/30/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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