Cast Away

My face feels restructured by sleeplessness. Skin is pulled taut, I reckon unripe persimmons, smoke rings round my eyes send remote warnings to my foggy brain, and my cheeks feel like hollow, craggy rocks.  Maybe I’ve gotten used to your driftwood bed and now I can’t sleep in mine.

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