the efficiency of sleepwalking

I still remember
waking up
the day ahead
a lifetime

our backyard was the world
now
the world is my backyard
and
the world is not our backyard

no one ever died
by the currant shrubs

except
once
a hedgehog

we buried it
my sister and I
by the apple trees
planted flowers on its grave
and cried for days
for lifetimes

a day is but the blink of an eye
now
and
waking up
at all
far from a daily privilege

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