blackberries
counting to five hundred
bubbling wine
© Rachel Green August 2024
I'd have great dreams but for the tiny demon
who feeds on my anxiety;
injecting a noxious toxin to relaxed flesh
during the early hours.
why else would I have a dull meltdown
in the middle of a dream about cleaning.
My calves hurt from clenched toes;
my biceps from night-long fists;
my memory from a three hour jiu-jitsu match
and in the morning light
the demon scuttles off to hide
with distended belly.
© Rachel Green August 2024
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