it's a long
winded story.
i put toothpicks in my eyelids
to hold them
open.
i hear the word,
knitting,
and start to doze off.
she shakes
my elbow, and goes on.
the story circles
back to her
sister
in Omaha,
something about prairie
dogs
and
coyotes.
then she starts to sing
a song, asking me to keep
a beat,
and sing along.
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