History of sleep
By Rusty Morrison
The ivy across our back fence tangles gray
into a green evening light.
How a second emptiness
un-punctuates the first.
Disloyal,
we attempt to construct.
An ache will tighten
but not form.
Making impossible
even this upsurge of crows across our sightline.
The Mayans invented zero so as not to...
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