you pretend that your bed
is a playground
a place that vanishes in daylight
a place where
I
make
you
happy
where you turn the lights off
within me
where you put my hands on
where you put your daughter’s hands on
everything I should, she should never have held
and played with
on your behalf
your bed has your unarticulated self in it
that comes to life at night
and sleep feels like a lie
sleep feels unprotected
sleep feels like a threat
because you could live so well with constant regret
Croque-Melpomene 
That’s an incredible drawing.
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Thank you so much for this lovely compliment. All the best to you.
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