I am comforted by
the translucent floaty things living
on the surface of my eyeballs
they wave hello with floaty fingers
I am surprised into friendship
(but at sleepovers,
nobody ever goes to sleep)
sleep is a small spot in my lower thigh
I didn't know unconsciousness
was always
pins
and
needles
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