must i


i stayed up too late
nursing aches
that can’t be seen

the sun is sharp
in the window
beckoning

for two hours
i linger
hidden in bed frame
and red sheets

skin tight
too many nerves
not enough bone

i want to
stay pinned like
butterfly to board

preserved in
my solemnity

It is too much
to ask

must
I rise
every time

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