Sleep is locational. Rest—a condition not exclusive thereof.
i was dreaming while you were—
everyone here alike deep colonial sleep suburban come slumber linoleum phylum
things that fit stilettos click marble procession to temple shopping mall Penny’s Sears
& dead leaves to bag snow days home away from moms exercising power walking
shady lane drippy spring grill summer sprinkler then
no happy rooms no happy rooms no happy rooms no happy rooms no
The other night i dreamt i could forgive my brother—
Ability to rest is a condition generally associated with the settler with the man body with
You make your bed you lay in it. There is a bed
& you lie to lay in.
Sleep being a more visceral experience of rest.
A sleep. At rest.
The other day a professor in practicum made a joke about no longer being able to make those
kind of jokes. Approx 63% of the class of the earth wanted nothing more in that moment
Do you hear so many poets often white often poeticizing their awakening post The Election
saying how tired they are & how we’re all like gone totalitarian now? Is this news you
wonder is totalitarian what happens when settler civ devours its own? Anyway could
you maybe use your library voice someone is trying to
Sleep is locational. Rest something else.
i lit my candles—gifts from M & T—set them next my mattress straddling floor Lubed what
seemed like my entire mid section what felt like it What was mine Ran my hands palms
down fingers splayed & bent at three joints gently across my whole body. Fingered
myself & fingered again Put the slightly larger than beginner’s level plug in my ass & rode it
no hands or rather hands along my thighs fingers pushing north at perineum
fingers dragging over my little belly—mine—& finally holding my heart i came like that
hands on sacrum breathless at rest.
Sometimes we play our coward cards other times are like legit tired. Are there no happy
rooms? Perhaps the ability to sleep through is conditional on having never felt the question
in your body. What belongs to me?
Everything depends on body. 400 years plus how is sleep is rest possible?
elsewhere anywhere everywhere?
Friendship is a place of rest. Sometimes sleep. What’s it look like to thrive in states of crisis?
We body striation. We body overlap. Impossible friendships at the tip tip tipping point of
Friendship is so romantic.
i am broken i am not you are broken no you aren’t
hold me in your arms
through raven dark. We close our eyes
to keep them
little spoon big ladle your tender arms hold me