Sleep, sleep,
my precious brain.
Repair the damage
of the day.
Patch the holes
darn the heels
heal the pains
save the gain
and make me sane again.
poem & pic rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0
Sleep, sleep,
my precious brain.
Repair the damage
of the day.
Patch the holes
darn the heels
heal the pains
save the gain
and make me sane again.
poem & pic rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0
A wandering, pondering, narrative dream
refreshes. What it means
is what it means to you.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine
In a no-paper dream
not a friend
not a team
you watch me ripping
my linen.
I forget your name
so I say ‘mushroom.’
I forget my synonym
for 3 a.m.
*
Rachel McAlpine
Inside your pineapple shell
you have dreams
of being happy,
being well.
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Rachel McAlpine