Midnight a woman reads pages
in place of the inside of her eyelids.
Soft light harsh.
A novel with vivid images
she will dream to dizziness, ad nauseam.
Turn the page.
A new chapter heading gives pause.
Turn the light off query.
Check the clock.
Minute-drag feels too heavy
for the foundation to hold them up.
Debarkation from convention.
No exhaustion. Uneasiness.
Back to black print on white pages.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney