Poem: “Haunted Sleep”

Haunted Sleep

Why do I lose my language
when the sinewy shadow
of your washed out
approaches me?
We are dead,
so you should have no sway
over the fog inside my wet skull.
Yet, a thumbprint is still
visible on the doorknob
and I think it’s yours.

Don’t stammer when you speak
to me;
I know your gentle words
like fables with a castigatory.
You sing, but your refrain
is tired and inadequate
and I am weary of listening
to your cactus
Leave me leafless
and take your tongue
or I will bury it.

– Saratoga Schaefer, written November 2019 

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2 thoughts on “Poem: “Haunted Sleep”

  1. tcurtin@gmail.com November 22, 2019 — 12:29 am

    Love your poems.

    Sent from my iPhone



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