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sleeping at my father's house

by Maria Francesca

my father's house is silent at night,
the darkness outside and inside complete
and luxurious.

it takes awhile to fall asleep there -
no streetlight outside my window
no party in the house next door
no traffic.

I go there to relax,
and the short sleep I get is deeper
than the long sleep I get at home -

but my back has become accustomed
to the saggy spot
in the middle of my own
old mattress.

03/16/2010

Posted on 03/17/2010
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/17/10 at 02:13 PM

For some reason I like that second-to-last stanza the most. It just appeals to me like crazy and sums this whole piece up nicely.

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