KaliTracy
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Mon May-23-05 10:32 PM
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Next to him she is alone, an island in herself, sometimes to turn and hold on ~ but not able to mention the fear of falling.
He also is afraid, not complete in his own mind, and in sleep struggles with a way to become stronger.
Doctors say the politics of sleep is not to be interpreted by psychology ~ if she steals the covers don't burn her toast in the morning, if he pushes you out of bed, don't retaliate by not making love.
Something about sleep is escapist ~ she lies in bed, floating on gray mist, waiting for some way to sink into oblivion, to be in utter darkness ~ in the place of not knowing.
In the morning it is hard to pull herself out of bed, to make blood flow vertically instead of horizontally, to walk out of the room as if she was aware.
tracy lynn spring 1995
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Tue May-24-05 08:02 AM
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1. "Floating on gray mist"...wish I'd said that... |
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Sun May-29-05 04:25 PM
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2. I remember when my children were small |
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my blood wanted to flow horizonally as I made the oatmeal and toast to send them on their way
a cool poem
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