I remember these nights13 going on 50sitting out on the roof smoking clovesburning incensebelieving no one could tell the differenceand sneaking aroundso very quiettrying not to get caughtnot to get in trouble I couldn’t sleep thenthe weight of itthe world pressing downlike it had chosen us specificallyto hold it up 48 still going on 50and … Continue reading nocturnes: someone has to sleep…