some days are not days, we skip them.
close our eyes until it goes away.
three
four
five in a row.
dreaming of dreams, awake only to sleep.
that’s okay, we don’t need all of them.
Most will do.
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
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