Gary Barwin
(after Kay Sage)
I was a handkerchief in my first sleep. The wind a directionless nose. Snotty anxiety? It is so quiet here.
In my second sleep, I was a broken sail, origami houses receding into the plaintive distance, battleship grey.
I do not remember if I had a face or a body. I was cut by shadows. The earth is shards, my bones shrouded in unexpected hope.
The third sleep is all existential horizon. No echoes. No death.
Smooth rope replaces love in a cloudless world.
