|from Dream of the Fisherman's Wife (Graphic Narrative in progress), Miranda Field, 2011|
And Trees Amazed
Not sleep for sleep is like the wind and trees amazed
Do not you sleep, like me, do not you sleep?— then eats these
In glistening jelly themes hollower than Appalachian mines, among pines,
When moon a world-dividing language sings,
Such is my state, my stateless mind—
Lost in her native tongue.
Arnica / Ambien / Absolution
Who ever learns to go to sleep definitively?
I Do Not Sleep For Sleep Is Like The Wind And Trees Amazed was first published in Bomb; reprinted in the anthology Women Poets on Mentorship: Efforts & Affections, University of Iowa Press.
Arnica / Absolution / Ambien first published in Columbia Journal.