Cottonmouth, Brandy Rains. 2014

Why We Sleep

Even if the sun
hasn’t yet shown his face
but you’re tired of sleeping
out from the depths
of a cotton mouth
you roll to start again

Emerge,
a foot.
Ta-da,
a leg.

And you lay there
waiting for the blood
to swim to the southeast
corner of your body
so you can feel again
so you can feel the sun
when it decides to show

so you can feel fresh baked oatmeal
slide down your dry throat
so you can feel the carpet
between your chilly toes

so you can sit and wonder
why we taste death by sunset
and don’t feel sweeter
when we conquer it come morning.

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