“How have you made division of yourself?”
—W. Shakespeare, 12th Night, 5.1
I lean over
my sleeping body
run my hand
down my arm
to wake myself—
I feel my presence
above me—
-time to wake up-
I stir reluctantly,
but I am so tired.
Still I wake enough
to find myself
-crawling back into bed-
once again alone
and return to sleep.
(May 3, 2026)
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