Give me rest.
The kind of slumber
that toddlers protest during naptime
but succumb to with a stream of drool
on their rested faces;
the kind of slumber
that enables my grandmother
to nap in a rocking chair
with a book teetering on the edge of her lap,
the sort of sleep
that wakes me up
an hour before the morning trumpets blast;
give me that,
because I'm tired
of the sheets clutching on to me
like handcuffs
engraved on criminal wrists.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Give me rest.
The kind of slumber
that toddlers protest during naptime
but succumb to with a stream of drool
on their rested faces;
the kind of slumber
that enables my grandmother
to nap in a rocking chair
with a book teetering on the edge of her lap,
the sort of sleep
that wakes me up
an hour before the morning trumpets blast;
give me that,
because I'm tired
of the sheets clutching on to me
like handcuffs
engraved on criminal wrists.
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