Dissected by her scissor plans

Three sharp hands turn the clock around

Long hours ink her hands and feet

Blue prints when she falls asleep.

Six sweet seconds to trace the depths

Bruised by that occult caress

Six and five and four free fall

Three and two and one. That’s all.


2 thoughts on “insomnia

  1. Beautiful. Reminds me of Annie Dillard’s Quatrain of the Body’s Sleep:

    I lure sleep.
    I bait sleep in with my white throat.
    I pretend to be asleep.
    Then everything happens at once.
    Sleep wraps me round in his dim coat;
    I weep;
    you leap from your corner and dance.


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