I
haven't been sleeping well.
Not in silence -
not with sound.
I lie
and stare
at one gross chunk
of that weird, hard
cottage cheese stuff on the
lid of this box I call home.
All I can do
is count the mistakes
that I made today...
and think about how
the light that shone from the tv
and bounced off of your eyes
is already in places
that I can't even begin
to fathom.

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     Sara T. Punk was born and raised in a vile little church town in northeastern Oklahoma. ...about 5,000 very oppressive people and 32 churches...'nuff said.