Sleepless at a B&B in County Galway
I was counting sheep last night
—they were hairless
One by one the infamous shearer
stripped them all bare
the pile of dirty-white wool
growing wider & taller
by the minute
It was exhausting
watching her handiwork
sitting on a stool in the corner
removing each coat in one full swoop
releasing the hyped-up animals
parading across my bed
Come midnight
there was no more room left in the inn
october two thousand twenty-three
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