I am sleepy and disappointed in myself.
Goodnight.
The blanks between these words
are thoughts and memories.
I said "blanks," but I meant "blankets."
The space between is me, a lump
in the bedding seen by the man
standing in the doorway.
I said "lump," as in "like it or lump it,"
but that lump in the bed isn't really me.
I climbed out the window, down the ladder,
across the lawn, into the waiting car.
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