Night Sweats

It happens
when I dream of sleep.

Sudden suspense,
if you must kill me,
do so not with kindness,
and grant me a last meal.

Real talk.
I pull this stalk
of rude vitality with impunity.
The fabric of our lives
imbibes night sweats.
A vortex of worst-
case scenarios arrives

to take in the scenery.
The damage is
almost everlasting.

-r. miller

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