Shift Dreams

Last night I forgot my goodnight prayer,

just peeled out of my shift clothes

and fell into sleep.

I wasn’t struck by wild nightmares,

just the drone of tomorrow buzzed

all night long.

Sometimes I wake up having

dreamt all through what I’ve got to get done.

And when I rise,

I have to do it again.

The bicycles outside of my window

are still wet with rian.

The ivy leaves are flush with pleasure.

I’ll say a good morning prayer today

and see if it makes working

another shift

a dream.

 

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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One Response to Shift Dreams

  1. ‘just the drone of tomorrow buzzed / all night long.’

    excellent.

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