Before Sleep

and when the rain
remember Melville
and when the bruise
remember blood
burst firework under touch
skin the secret vessel keeper
and when the children
remember lovers
younger than you were once
imagining touch so ripe
the fruit flesh fragrant
unfolding a map that’s always
changing
and when the clock
remember college nights
turned into mornings pots of
coffee too much rush
the skin of bridges
street of shoes
and when the tears
remember sleep and all the
things you’re better off
for not having
and when the ache
remember Sligo
think of the ocean
of Staten Island
and when the lull before the closing
remember this the pause of winter

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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