Apocalypse so loud in my ears
Stealing sleep from my eyes
Follow a fan blade around until you get sleepy
All I get is dizzy
And none of it stops the end of the world from keeping me awake
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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You come to bed and when you reach for me,
hands eager and fingers searching for substance,
a spark leaps between your skin and mine
A loud snap and we yelp
rubbing our stinging flesh
your finger, the back of my arm
-rjm
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