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Sarah Oppenheimer
Poems
Aug 2011
Insomniac
I sit in bed and listen to the crickets chime
I can hear them through these wispy walls
they always know when I am thinking
or not thinking.
I sit in bed and listen to my own heartbeat
the pulses of a drug I require
necessary, yet distant
the faint stirring of mustang hooves.
I sit in bed and listen to the rustle
of the trees breathing against my window.
Their breaths fog the glass
as they laugh.
I sit in bed and listen to you tell me
that contrary to my own belief
I am not crazy.
But maybe you are.
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