ECHOES FROM ONE TO ANOTHER - POEM

Sleep by April Coker

- MEANWHILE -

The teeth of the I who is in bed at the time begin to grind,

The lower half of my body springs up high (like a fish yanked out of water).

It makes the bed grind its teeth along with me.

A thousand springs,

Each with a different tone,

Split open like dry wood in a bonfire.

The grinding merges into the dream,

Echoes from one to another amongst the forest of arches

And begins to play a funeral dirge for me.

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