[the birds dont normally
hurt my ears]
im curled up on a couch
and my feet
are curled up in this blanket
and my mind
is buzzing like the static
im trying to keep as company
the things to be learned
sometimes
are not as novel as this suspension
of time
but are that
if we live in dreams when not together
this combing of hair must be
living with ghosts
and so
come haunt the room im curled up,
stuck in
and heat this couch
cause im cold.

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