carson-sleeping

November 24, 2024

I study your sleeping form / at the bottom of the pool / like a house I could return to,

like a head to be cradled in the arms. / Unless you are asleep I cannot make my way / across the night / and through my isolation.

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“Maps are dreams: both describe desire, where you want to go, but never the reality of the destination.”

Kathy Acker

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