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10:32

i have a cold and i should be asleep.

but i wonder if anyone notices the way that

each stanza in my poems

have to be the exact same number of lines.

10:34

unfinished:

fractured ideas that i try to piece together into a full thought.

all things i've written about before.

him, school, pain, sleep, sunsets.

You had always been neat. As a child, you would organize your toys in order of height, and your clothes in the rainbow. Your parents had wondered about OCD, but you always said you were just tidy. 

“On a dark and stormy night” 

“Oh don’t start like that…Those stories are always stupid,” I say as I adjust my seating position. “Can’t I just go trick or treating now?” 

This morning, I am looking through this window

of the second floor of this lovely little house

and inside I see this person dancing

and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.