'She's in the middle behind the speaker.
The Twelfth Poem June 19, 2022
My sleep pattern varies. I eat when I
can’t sleep. Yet when I read, I fall
asleep. My body has its own rhythm.
I try to keep up. It’s not painful, but
it remains unexpected. Once I’ve eaten,
I enjoy being awake, and sometimes I
stay awake on purpose. Why not? I
told that to the lady who interviewed me.
She couldn’t believe her ears.. I repeated:
I eat when I can’t sleep. Let her wonder.
I don’t weigh much. Maybe it helps keep
my weight steady. It’s a curious phase
of my life: Hardly any pain, but less
control. Still I think, I write. I make
meals, even quiche. and my own organic
bread,, yoghurt, and my lemon ginger
tea. Small pains, but nothing major.
I could live more years like this.
Who knows?
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