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It's About Control - May 19, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 19
  • 1 min read

a recording of crickets

must pull me into the forest

as I fall asleep quickly at night

 

however, if I awaken to hear

a live one singing in the room,

I get up, zero in on the song

 

quietly move things if I must,

find its spot, then go predator on it,

stepping, swatting, kicking, swearing

 

funny that I find the live version

so upsetting

and the canned one preferred

 

it must be about control

as I pee, sip water, flip my pillow

to the cool side and slip into bed

 

my body ‘s muscles still a bit taut

and thoughts nowhere close

to laying down and closing their eyes

 
 
 

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