Tamerlane
Sipping the sweet cream of anxiety and guilt,
She sleeps in late and becomes nauseous.
Sleeping through the night and morning,
The cat inhales warm catnip scent and purrs.
Brushing her powdery face,
She bites the inside of her cheeks and cries.
Watching as she writes her horror novel,
Edgar Allan Poe says, “Sleep aches, a stiff-necked mystery.”
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