Night Shift
Last night
I slept
or tried to
despite sharp elbows and knees
and hopelessly dark intrusive shoulders
In concerted effort
to squash me
into a round flat stanley
gingerbread manface
Squarely soft
like a just-right nutritious blanket
of good ginger smells
nurturing his palsied elbows
and lumpy knees,
bumpy shoulders
and frumpy mind
Sleeping peaceful innocence
unvowed
No nightmare seizures allowed.
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