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Do you sleep on your back
with your heart to the
sky, and your face to the
sun?
Last night, I wondered
as the moon peeked through my window
and the night awoke,
I wondered with my heart to the
floor, and my
face pressed to the pillow.
When I was a baby,
my mother lied to the doctor:
"Yes, she's sleeping on her back,"
but I would only sleep on my stomach.
Still, I turned out fine,
right?
Sometimes I lay out on my back,
and I can see my heart beating
in my stomach,
through the fabric of my shirt,
but I can't sleep.
Is this what you feel like?
Can you watch your chest rise
and fall?
When you cry,
do your tears make two tracks
from your eyes to your ears?
Maybe you don't sleep on your back at all
maybe you turned out fine,
like me,
sleeping with your heart to the
floor, and your
face pressed to the pillow.
Maybe you don't watch your heart beating,
or your chest rise and fall,
maybe you don't cry —
but I'd like to think you do.
 Nov 2019 Sue Collins
Tracey
Shamelessly the moon pierced through
my skin, invading every cell
  
Stunned, I stand there now lacking in  
oxygen from the force penetrating so deep
  
Did I not heed the advice of the wise ones?
  
Traveling lately with muted footsteps have
left me with a heavy heart
  
Seeking solace in the moon…and the moon  
pierced me
  
I was an unwilling bystander
  
Lessons ensue~
 Nov 2019 Sue Collins
Onoma
if i say: I'm not myself--

i laugh myself off the

corners of a mirror.

then thank something

or other for the

everchanging.

with a ferocious

vehemence, clear as

water and electricity.
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