you cannot sleep


you cannot sleep you cannot sleep and so I invite you up into this nighttime world where adults are and the cats are and the windows darkened as if for an occasion stars belt out their light and the moon a bitten cheese in the sky.  We have the fire up and the yarn laid out where I am knotting it and knotting it into sleeves while you are meant to sleep the clothes are up and drying in the evening warm while your father talks about stories that are out of reach – magic and hollow mountains full of gold and chocolate eggs and promises that tomorrow the sun will rise on the world a little earlier and you will have dreamed out all along these washing lines of care these songs of humility and be a little older and a little further from the clouds.


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