Last night I couldn't sleep,
twisted in the zinnias.
The cliffs were stairs.
the smoke alarm was volatile.
Someone came to town
and didn't call.
At the water's edge
biological palms press into
my middle organ.
How did such a soft
and tiny person
grow this thick?
Enveloped in crystal rock-crust,
with rules so steadfast,
so literally blue.
I do.
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