round

(a heavy blanket tucked into my body’s expanse)

(a large expanse, my mind insists,

despite my husband’s pleas otherwise)

 

months ago

she told me it as if I had forgotten

but these empty pockets speak a certain kind

of malnutrition

 

and these green eyes

have ten-pound weights on them

desperation is a strong motivator

 

if I used the weights in my hands instead,

they insist,

then perhaps exhaustion would postpone

 

but what they don’t tell you

is the weighted blanket and drooping eyes

make that as difficult

as sleeping through the night

without staring at the wall as my husband snores

hoping the next day will come easier.

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