October 14, 2014
Seminar: 5:30 PM | Lannan Center (New North 408)
Reading: 8:00 PM | Copley Formal Lounge
My Life Asleep
Everything is loud: the rasp of bed-sheets,
clamour of hair-tangles, clink of teeth.
Small sweat takes up residence in each crease
of the body, but breathing’s even, herself warm,
room safe as a London room can be.
The tube rambles only metres underneath
and planes for Heathrow circle on the roof.
You’ll find the body and all the air it exhales
smellier than by day; she’s kinder, more supple.
Bend close to catch the delicacies of sleep,
to hear skin tick, to taste the mandragora
of night sweat. Lean forward and put a finger
on the spot you think the dream is.
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