““Insomnia & So On" Fat bed, lick the black cat in my mouth each morning. Unfasten all the bones that make a head, and let me rest: unknown among the oboe-throated geese gone south to drop their down and sleep beside the out- bound tides. Now there’s no nighttime I can own that isn’t anxious as a phone about to ring. Give me some doubt on loan; give me a way to get away from what I know. I pace until the sun is in my window. I lie down. I’m a coal: I smolder to a bloodshot glow. Each day I die down in my bed of snow, undone by my red mind and what it woke.””
