your restless
leg
is circling
like
a small
propeller
without
a boat to
push.
it clicks
against the table,
again
and again,
sometimes
at night
it churns
away putting
the blankets
and sheets
into a spin.
it's just
a small thing,
but it could
be the beginning
of the end.
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