54. Come, Sleep

Come, sleep
and drown me
in your embrace of temporary
death; your sea is what I long
to feel against my chest,
& not these roiling waves
of suffocating sheets
that offer heat
but not warmth—
I’d rather freeze—,
& not these pillows
around my head
like buzzing flies,
imitating my heartbeat,
another liar I do not need.

Come, sleep,
engulf me;
& never let me back up.

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