Silver slivers slip through slats
painting the room in bas-relief
Vertical lines of black matte,
this celestial mirror my sleep’s thief.
Pupils dilating to drink their full
furtive glances, sounds of this and that
I sit up abruptly, startled, then lie back down.
Horizontal stripes make my ass look fat.
M. Zane McClellan
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