Insomniac • Len Kuntz

The lady looks a lot like my sister.
I roll down the window for her approach
while we both breathe.
That night,
winds claw the glass
like jarred yellow jackets.
On television they’re selling mouthwash.
On the moon
no one’s really watching.

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Len Kuntz has published his work in Pank, Boston Literary Magazine, Lower Eastside Review and elsewhere.