who knew the best naps would be
those incited by twitches trying to pull me out of being
tired
full
warm breezes climb the back of my thighs
as I am contorted in my most comfortable shape
as I am eyelashes grazing the crescent bags painted acrostic like
Deeper
Rest
Easing
Aimlessly
More
Into
Nestled
Goneness
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