INSOMNIA
the moon sneers at me
through fluttering
leaves
like a jaundiced eye
I turn over in bed and
wrapping my
arms around myself
speak your name
a few blocks away
a garbage
truck rumbles
the fan in the next room hums
a fat bug raps
twice
against the window screen
then leaves
I unfold myself
turn
back on my other side
there is the moon again
and I wonder
what
makes it change color
wonder how far
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