The faucet is off
but the water drips all night
plop...plop...plop...
I get an empty cup
to hold the flop
but when it is full
it makes another sound
ploph...ploph....ploph....
I turn in bed
to the right
to left
on my stomach
on my back
still........
ploph....ploph....ploph...
I count the ploph....
and I breathe slowly
When I open my eyes,
I see the the dust
floating in a shaft of sunlight
through the curtains.
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