The rules are clear. You are allotted ten minutes. Use them.

Forget the talking man on television. You will doze through him anyway.
Ads are no distraction; for Sleep Aids—how did they guess?
Eventually, they will be absorbed into your dreams.

Recalling past afternoons is also permitted–
wandering pungent woods under the trees’ sharp eyes
and the crunch of dead bees under your feet.
Observe the hawk’s shadow on the wall.
This does not mean you have actually seen the raptor.

It’s getting harder for me to talk about this.
I do not mind you closing your own eyes.
Summon the image of being beautiful again

 

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Trish Saunders is a former journalist & content manager who divides her time between Seattle and Honolulu, and (in her imagination, on the shores of Crescent Lake). She's published in Right Hand Pointing, Off The Coast, Seattle Review, Gnarled Oak, Eunoia, Silver Birch Press, and Blast Furnace Press.

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