[Poem a Day] “My Arm Fell Asleep”

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Any number of thoughts can flash through your mind when someone’s nestled in your arm and snoozing away without a care in the world.

I write a lot about our kind of cosmic significance, but I’m also very interested in quiet resonance – the little things that make memories memories and make us want to stare into space and spend a little bit of real time reliving something that’s already happened.

It’s because of that that quiet moments like this keep me wondering.