a thread spindles in the stagnant air of my bedroom
connected to the corner of my grandfather's bed clothes
sometimes when I sleep alone my feet stay
awake and my body's weight is measured by the density
of carpet beneath
around a corner in my mind
(my bedroom to yours)
he naps with his hat below his eyes
so no spiders can get in
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
our dreams are wrapped in a pillowcase of spiderwebs
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