Sleeping In
Midnight, Emerson
rests against my hip and purrs
me back toward sleep.
My dull, heavy mind
opens and closes like eyes
or like a heart beat.
Sleep is a sinking
into another self or
swimming back to shore.
My consciousness drifts
closer to solid land like
the tide coming in.
Then, reality:
light through the slats, you snoring,
my bladder is full.
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