small insomnia
i wished very much to
take down the sky to pull it
all in from the edges/
crumpled against my chest
and nothing overhead.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:
The Forms of Love
by George Oppen
All night
So many years ago,
We saw
A lake beside us
When the moon rose.
I remember
Leaving that ancient car
Together. I remember
Standing in the white grass
Beside it. We groped
Our way together
Downhill in the bright
Incredible light
Beginning to wonder
Whether it could be lake
Or fog
We saw, our heads
Ringing under the stars we walked
To where it would have wet our feet
Had it been water
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