ceilings

valerian tea.

what I’ve looked for
but gave up on.

the relief
I learned
that can’t
be sold
at ordinary
grocery stores
fifteen minutes
from imaginary
and unobtainable
glass renditions
of myself
quite diluted.

it was the only thing
admitted as your last card.

a reminder
that I
so young
and longwinded
was wearing
you out
and in
like dishcloths
and boxers
falling away
from hips
angled obtusely.

what I’ve looked for
but gave up on.

eloquent sleep.

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