Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

I Learned to Sleep. 


Your yesterday scent on my pillow is thick, like bacon on Sunday.

I breath the parts of you in that still linger on the case.
I inhale.

I inhale. 

Slow.
Soft.
Long.

My fingers resting numb on my hip.
As I glance down at the white of your release still kissing the orange fitted sheet.

Behind my knee.
Circular. 

Tonite,  I learned to sleep,
To dream again.
I find myself sprouting new roots,
As you propagate me, and I tangle myself around you.
Like a succulent.

My brown, no longer brown.
But pink, red, green.

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2 thoughts on “I Learned to Sleep. 

  1. Wow, incredible writer. So glad I discovered your work.

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