-how do i sleep
whenever i stay overnight
at a relative’s house
the next morning
they always ask
how did you sleep last night
on my right side
with my right hand wedged
under my right eye
like a golfer’s number five
lifting my eye from
sinking into the sand
of four pillows
protecting me from
my own stomach acid (<—- i think i might end it here)
(potentially more length by adding this)
feeling bony thin
adjusting the missing
body fat of one-hundred five pounds
that padded my knees from rubbing
tossing me back and forth
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