if i'm a woman or a girl
i hold my own hands and splash
water on my face.
HEART
called me out
into the thick august air
a child insomniac
laying wide awake
in the driveway
under sticky rice paper stars
at three a.m.
at four
at five, and then
i am eye level with the orange sliced horizon
i am the lone audience
to the great sparrow sing-a-long.
i sneak back into the house
i flip through a graphic medical journal
until my eyes begin to ache
A CHILD INSOMNIAC
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