When she’s sleeping

karinasnewyear2

She’s perfect when she’s sleeping
Her face relaxed, bow shaped lips
slightly open, skin soft and
warm. She sprawls across the bed.

Her only secret, what she dreams.
She’s perfect when she is sleeping
Awake, ten hours today
Four of them, screaming, whining

Four, glued like a barnacle
One in familial arms
She’s perfect when she’s sleeping
Last, doing things she shouldnt

I spent eight hours dreaming
of duct tape, one longing for a chair
and one praying for patience.
She’s perfect when she’s sleeping.

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