ἀγρυπνία

By Laura Theis

the night has shrunk                                                             

 

to a silver sliver                                                  

 

spilling over                                                             

 

into morning                                                                        

 

specks of light                                                          

 

dappling questions                                                                         

 

on your lover’s                                               

 

secretive hair       

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