sleeping in the afternoon Posted on June 13, 2019 by davidguerrieriwrites sleeping in the afternoon dreamless I wake nursing a wound which as, I breathe it breathes too a porous little mouth reminding me, to rise against the death of sleep, do all I can to speak — and dream — and try once more to heal. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Words Of An Average White Male 