A tangle of sheets
and neon lit pillows, a pencil of fire creeps through a curtain.
My boots tucked under and another night passes.
Green mattresses, yellow walls,
seven beds and five languages spoken
– in sleep and dreams. Stacked allotments.
Boston, El Paso, Flagstaff.
A cotton land in which to drift and a boulder
to rest my head.
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