we can't sleep for different reasons

for a variety

of reasons

we couldn't sleep.

we couldn't get there,

no matter

what we dwelled on,

no matter

how many unshaven

sheep.

we said nothing of it

though,

lying beside

each other,

below the soft spin

of a fan

in the summer

heat.

what was there to say

anymore

that we didn't

understand, or wouldn't

until

morning keep.