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Sep 2014
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.
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Written by
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno  Bolingbrook, IL
(Bolingbrook, IL)   
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