she used
to sleep hard and fast.
her travel kept her going.
flight to flight.
paris, rome, Dublin, Chicago
then home.
the ambien
knocked her out cold.
her low breathing, and slow
heart, often
had me reaching for the phone.
i placed a mirror over her
mouth,
unable to shake her out
of slumber,
but in the morning a new
pill would go
down with a slug of coffee,
and she'd be happy,
back to her normal
perky self.
up once more, no longer
down.
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