Trails

Sleep slips
through a rip in reality,
leaves popcorn kernel
trails through disaster movies
and out the door.

Sleep kisses moonlight
on raspberry leaves,
dances on the lawn,
leaves dew-prints
that vanish into sunlight.

Sleep slips
between the lines
of old love letters,
leaves tear trails
that cry to the stars. 

published in Bullshit Literary Magazine


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