Wallpaper
I
wake mid
night,
and walking back
from
the bathroom
I
pass a window, a charging phone.
In
places I can’t see
for
the dark, and too sleepy
to
wait on perception,
a
lightly patterned image
films
my eyes
laid
in place
over
the unknown
Like
the stories we tell
rehearsed
memories of birthdays
and
Christmas
a
screen, paper thin to cover
forgotten
days and words.
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