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I pray for sleep.
by Aaron BlairI pray for sleep.
I beg it to come for me,
like a lover.
I squeeze my thighs around it,
my fingers digging into the mattress.
I count out the pills on my palm,
currency, a tribute to the small gods
holding court inside my head.
I will pay them for their silence,
for the burst of light
and the grinding together of hips,
consciousness eroding away.
05/02/2011 Posted on 05/04/2011
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 05/04/11 at 02:11 PM i've been prying for sleep again too lately my friend. sleep or not, my conciseness seems to be eroding away anyway. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/04/11 at 04:18 PM I've had a similar conversation with sleep. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/05/11 at 12:16 AM It's odd the sensuality we attach to sleep when we want it so badly, no? Nice write; I like the reference to pills as currency, it's so fitting. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 05/06/11 at 12:55 AM Love the images describing the absolute struggle for sleep. We've all been there, I think. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/11/11 at 12:07 PM wonderful and strong like a bull on steroids. |
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