Do you sleep with the lantern on?

You write

by lantern light

late at night

no clock to tell the time.

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It’s so quiet,

the buzzing in the walls

has died.

—

the lamps across the street are on.

So I think we will be okay,

won’t be stranded on our remote-less island

for too long.

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Youtube addiction?

Nah, it’s just convenient

when the power is on, and my brain is off,

and there’s no dark

to scare me to my sleep.

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Color by lantern,

what will it look like by morning?

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my light is flickering,

I can barely see my tiny handwriting.

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If it gets cold,

will I drag my coat to bed?

It’s below zero out,

or near enough,

I could check the weather

but I’m saving battery life–

I guess I don’t really know,

is it super cold?

—

for sure-dizzle,

this is gonna sizzle

—

the grid

got rid

of the lightning squid.

Sorry, Sid,

it’s a mid-kid

and I wish it did

a better bid.

You get my qwid?

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Temperatures dropping,

so is my confidence.

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so dependent

on the internet,

all connections

a wi-fi want away,

all your books

and songs

tripped up by the dino jumping game.

How’s everybody at home?

I don’t know,

all the snow and wind

took these queries for a gander

in the blizzard.

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Should I go check

on the strangers

just a corridor away?

The inter-net’s a vice,

keeps you from the ones

through the wall.

The internet’s a tool,

brings you to the millions

beyond the squall.

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A winter story

late one evening.

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Lick me a doodle,

dab on a poodle,

squoodle

the noodle

kah-ca-koodle-oodle,

toot toot oh Scoot Scoot McGoot

HIYA

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How do you know

when to go to sleep?

Am I out of ideas or not?

Okay, sleepy time,

goodbye

(or not)

color más colores VA

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Don’t worry, I have a bottle of canned light.

How you like that, Spat?