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Somnambulism

by Joanne Marisa Leow
my heart slowing down
to the barest intermittent whisper
my pupils dilated in light
beyond numbness, blind

if you should be in this dream
(where the chairs are grotesque
yellow flamingoes,
all my fingers fail me,
and the men too free with their hands)

you do not answer when I scream.



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