The illustration for "She Sleeps With Caterpillars" will be on display for the month of October and November at 11 Broadway in Kingston NY.
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"She Sleeps With Caterpillars"

She sleeps with caterpillars
and says she's sorry too much.
She loves to count ladybugs
and cuddle with her cat
next to an open window
with the sun slanted in
touching her cool fingertips
with magic and warmth and
memories of summer vacations
and ice cream cones.

She sleeps with caterpillars
and she likes to shower late
at night because it makes her
feel free and falling asleep is
a little bit sweeter with the smell
of freshly washed hair and skin.
She likes the strange sounds the
house makes at 2 in the morning,
like the way a pencil scratches paper
with insomnia driven inspiration.

She sleeps with caterpillars
and contemplates all the
variables of being in love
just to make sure she can feel it
at least a little bit each day.
She likes the way laughter and
tears can sometimes mean the
same thing and that it's ok to cry
over commercials if you're struck
by the sudden urge to let go.

She sleeps with caterpillars
and releases hidden words
from the silence surrounding
internal conversation.
She thinks about rainbows and
ghosts and the idea that every-
thing is happening simultaneously
while we settle for seconds, minutes,
and hours to lead us to something
that always was, and continues to be.

She sleeps with caterpillars
and sniffs the air for raindrops
and loves the feeling of brushing
her teeth when she's high.
She likes velvet couches, rocking
chairs and wrap around porches.
She likes to watch the world vibrate
in and out of sameness from a
bench in a crowded park
somewhere in the city.

She sleeps with caterpillars
and wishes to evolve into
something more beautiful…
cocooned in blankets and a
gentle hum that lulls her into
dreams of birth and death and the
way the world might end someday.
The colors raise and fade with
opened eyes and shortened breath…
the sheets damp with sweat and release.

M. Toth (copyright 2010)
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