haunts my bed
burrowing beneath my sheets
making sleep improbable
every change of position
rediscovers the pea
this unbidden fantasy
kept at bay for several days
has found itself a resting place
holding me hostage in the night
I grump
surrender
reach for a drink
reach for a cigarette
reach for the fantasy
reach for you
with both hands.
I could you know.
(c)Donna M. Campbell
published in Skipping Stones 2004
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
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