at night
when everything of me is exposed
I fumble with my hands,
not sure where to
misplace them
and as it comes to bother me
in a real sort of way-
I slip them on the underside of my pillow
leasing the heavy weight my cheek has to bear
onto the clasped binds of my
mis-script prayers.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
at night
when everything of me is exposed
I fumble with my hands,
not sure where to
misplace them
and as it comes to bother me
in a real sort of way-
I slip them on the underside of my pillow
leasing the heavy weight my cheek has to bear
onto the clasped binds of my
mis-script prayers.
