These nights keep me up
All cold wind and crickets
Wanting to be somewhere else
Not wanting to put on the pants required to get there
I tried calling comfort
After another sleep cut short
The line rang a few times
A raccoon disturbed the stones underneath my window
Almost distracting me from the canned voice demanding I
leave some reason
for disturbing it this late
Sorry
I didn’t realize
But I was feeling anxious
Good night
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