Sunday, September 13, 2009

just me, my dad, and the vampires (an ode to insomnia)

you have your father's eyes
people tell me

and like his eyes
they have trouble staying closed

when i was a teenager
my dad pretended to snore in the basement
while i snuck out my window

he never told on me

because
if you don't sleep
you don't sleep around.

3 comments:

  1. Also, I love that this poem was posted at 11:11 PM. Make a wish? You probably wish you were asleep?

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  2. love it, you get so much done without many words

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