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Sleeping pill dependence
may prompt referral
to laboratory overnights

(Polysomnography,
would you look good on me,
electrodes attached?)

and wee-hour waking may be a sign
of depression, it says,
but what could depress

when neither son of Zebedee
needed hypnotics, white ones like these
approved by the Air Force

in support of mission readiness,
to help them blow z’s
through the garden where an oil press

explains the name Gethsemane,
where someone gone cold turkey
on this last night, before arrest,

could easily watch with thee?


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