Counting to Sleep

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By Teresa M. Stouffer

On my side,
on my back,
on my side.
I count my breaths.
Some numbers exhale ghosts.
Three … Olivia drowns,
Thirty three … my niece’s age now,
Fifty nine … Dad’s when he died.
I exhale my number.
Exhale my number.
My number.
Number …

            
“I write because I fill up inside and need to have a way to spill the overflow and free up space for more.” – the writer

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