Jess / Friendship
written February 2008
I feel like you can’t sleep
if I’m not sleeping.
It’s stupid to be awake
and laughing and doing
while you hibernate.
I want to poke, to shake
you until you are
blinking stickily
and angry at me
for bothering you.
I will apologize
to your scowling face
for rousing you by
shouting, “FIRE!”
And then we
will be together,
not sleeping.
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