table for more than 1

9 Dec

i can dress up the night in fresh Buddhist robes
and I do sometimes with pillows and preparations,
but sleep still doesn’t come,
so I wedge my fingers between the blinds and
make an expanding universe.
the sky is pine tar sticky and miserable and
looking for an audience.
i light a candle instead and flick its wick.
sparks spray and shadows dance;
a slumber party

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