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City of Rats

Days

It's the same as always...

Recently...

You lying there bare and neat...

And still...

Midnight Snack

Not a Full Moon

Dream

Sadness

Dear friend, I'm writing this to you
now, because I'm alone and you're
alone, and it seems we have nothing

better to do. In truth, I was taken
from the red dragon of sleep, comforter
still wrapped snugly under my feet,

by a strange, unnatural sound, like
the scraping of a mouse on a door
but I found no mouse (nor

did I look too hard, being
the mouse-fearing person I am) but did
manage somehow, against the odds

to find you in, at 3 am no less, perhaps
a bit disheveled, unprepared to talk
at length on any topic but sleep and how

good it might be to rest your head against mine
for a while, and if nothing else, bask in the
temporary illusion of being together.