poetry WITHOUT by Kathleen Kraft "Sleeplessness is like metaphysics. Be there." -Charles Simic I’m there, nearly every night. I’m the girl holding the flower as tall as her, half the petals fallen. The kitchen dark hums, the glowing digits increase. A distant television talks, pauses, talks, pauses. No gypsies, or crippled men playing cozy songs, no child sobbing... but wait now—a baby is crying, so close, it’s almost mine.
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