Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Why I Sleep after Midnight

See now, how stars nod at the window
to ease my lassitude,
to bounce doldrums away in memory-drifts
while my words cling to my hands
and the desk-lamp’s light flickers.

So much to rant about, life in my face,
crotchety days lost like dreams,
spreading around in ravines of years, in vain
my pen on paper, letters like nightshades
urging me to detect myself.

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Prompt—poem that contains a confidence (private info shared in trust with an equal)