by Roni Peskey

I sleep alone like a widow Curled into my tiny corner of the vast open spaces Which used to hold us both Wrapped in sheets and blankets which I fight no one for I sleep alone Not even the dreams of the virgin accompany my slumber No whitehot yearnings for Prince Charming seep between my thighs No makebelieves where I am rescued from the Dragon or The cruelty of my captors Just the lonely somnolence of a widow resigned to sleep Because there is nothing more to be done in that bed Nothing more to expect or desire I sleep alone like a widow And you are not dead

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