cockadoodle do wake me

cockadoodle do put me back to sleep (a poem)

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Cockadoodle do
lull me back to sleep
at five in the morning
the fever in this room
up above the detached
garage makes my mind
swelter. I must, I must
sleep again. The heat,
the roosters–I am used
to helter-skelter, but this
is something entirely new.
I can’t get a lick of satisfaction,
and I don’t want none. Sweat beads
slow like window rain, and pours
down my tired face, all…