For the insomniac
“Sleeplessness”by Michelle Boisseau These sibilants aren’t the right soundfor it, nor the loosening sonorants of insomnia. The bodydoesn’t relinquish the day, hissing as it gives itself over, breathby deeper breath. Though you wander the weird factory for hours, you don’t get lost, drop off somewhere so you can find yourself at dawnfloating back into your bed like a scarf. Without sleep, morningis no surprise. You’ve watched it assemble, the day already old when you kickthe…
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