After hours of turning back and forth
I sat up quietly and switched the light.
The rain cried softly through the window
Which had been opened by a gentler hand
And which I couldn't bring myself to close.
My back aches, and a drowsiness compels
Me to prostrate upon the mattresses
And sheets, and curse the body that allows my mind
To live: There's nothing wrong with either part
Of me, but they must rest at different times.
I didn't close the window though I knew
That there was no action better to take
Than that: I took no action after all was said.
July 12
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