Once upon a time I slept
eight hours a day, so a third
of life got spent unconscious.
Even in daylight I walked
around unaware, just like
a corpse . . . but I was moving.
At some point in time I slept
a mite less. Even when I
got to bed I would not sleep
soundly for nightly heartburn,
a few trips to the toilet,
little words begging to be.
The time came when I did deign
to sleep on my left side and
the acid reflux vanished.
With the Kegel exercise
I suppressed the bladder’s need
to be relieved at bedtime.
Still, no matter what I try,
the little words persist in
having a mind all their own.
They appear in my sleep and
pellucid dreaming serves but
to bless their rage for order.
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