Insomnia
Tidal waves of knitted quilts and comforter sets
Can’t wash the sleep from my eyes
Lungs steeped in camomile tea
Bare body piled under pastel coloured pillows
In some attempt to suffocate
The cockroaches in my head
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Coat my lungs with Lysol
Powder my heart with nostalgia
Rinse my bones and place each one in the dish washer
Unzip my skin and put it in a zip lock.
Drycleaners special.
And my brain, fuck my brain.