Bedtime fantasy

a haiku

Hi there — it’s me again. I know, so soon! I published my last poem last night, and as the scheduled post went live in the 3 a.m. hour, I was awake, struggling to console my screaming baby.

So here I am again, hoping to manifest a different kind of night for myself. I don’t normally believe in the power of that or of jinxing something by talking about it, but when it comes to babies and sleep, literally every rule book should be thrown out the window, so who knows!

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Bedtime Fantasy

You go down easy

And me too— curled beside you.

All night long, we sleep.

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It’s 9:09 pm, and as soon as I hit publish here, I’m making my way to sleep. Wish us luck, and I hope that you, too, are resting well tonight 💚.