cement
monee
floor
041104
...
ovenbird
I
couldn’t
fall
asleep
last
night
.
It
’s
not
something
I
’ve grappled
with
much
since
deciding
I
no
longer
have
the
strength
to
let
world
news
steep
in
my
anxious
belly
…but
things
have
been
sneaking
through
–scary,
overwhelming
, grievous
things
–and
when
those
terrifying
fragments
mixed
with
the
adrenaline
high
of
the
first
week
of
school
and
the
endlessly
unfolding
plot
of
my
day
to
day
life
,
it
resulted
in
something
like
wet
cement,
turning
over
heavily, sloppily,
inside
my
brain
,
and
the
grinding
and
grumbling
made
so
much
noise
that
I
couldn’t
settle
,
and
rumination
was
the
spinning
drum
keeping
everything
from
becoming
concrete
cottage
cheese
in
the
crevices
of
my
cracked
, chaotic
mind
.
In
moments
like
those
I
tend
to
worry
that
I
will
never
sleep
again
while
simultaneously fearing
the
sleep
that
never
ends
.
But
at
some
point
I
slept
and
dreamed
and
woke
and
my
initials
hardened
to
permanence
on
the
surface
of
an
imaginal
sidewalk
.
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