by November 28, 2018 1 comment

Diagnosed with narcolepsy
at the age of a spinning ceiling fan.

Only a matter of time before
it wraps a wing around this defenseless coffee cup.

An ethereal mouth and winter-thimbled
tongue startling open mouths and bare shoulders.

editors note: Sweet somnambulist, slurp to incite shut-eye. – mh clay

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