after our meeting
I just want to sleep- sleep for days
let the drowsy drop over me
dark falling heat rising -where nothing
matters as my brain falls into autonomic
response inhaling-exhaling my troubles
slipping to an overinflated colorless world
where disaster and sexual encounter loom
around fuzzy edges of disreality
I’ll wake to three precious minutes
where I remember
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Erin is a doula, writer, mother to men, and teacher on permanent hiatus. She loves how writing connects us and thrives on the bright edges of human experience.