In the Way; Insomnia # 111218
I lie in bed and twitch, tired,
but not sleepy.
I don't know what to do
with my extra arms and legs.
Wherever I put them,
they are in the way, cordwood
piled
against raw skin. My body twists
into a mobius strip,
a single surface
of angst. Electricity crackles
and snaps
down my spine, leaping
from vertebrae to vertebrae.
My left foot circles and rears
like a wild stallion.
When it leaps
from the bed, it drags the rest of me,
protesting, with it, out into canyons
of darkness,
lighting the night
with the lantern
throbbing
from my weary skull.
Mary Stebbins Taitt
111218-0200
3 comments:
This description is so amazingly vivid.
(I hope you are getting some sleep though.)
Must be horrible Mary, sleep tight!
Thanks you both--it was supposed to be a poem but didn't post right.
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