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BEN BOSTICK
EYES IN THE VINES
Shadows are holding their breath
Scavengers hoping I’m dead
What are those vines there?
What are those eyes there?
How did they find me?
Eyes in the vines
They think they own me—they do
They want inside me—they do
I am their object
Magnified insect
To infect and dissect
Eyes in the vines
Let me sleep, let me sleep, let me sleep
Go away, go away
Let me sleep, go away
Leave me alone, go away
Let me sleep
Who is that creature?
That’s not a mirror
Let me sleep
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