.
Sleep addressed me familiarly, calling
She takes a third of our lives and when
we come back this way a second time
doesn’t recognize us
traipses to the curtains to let
in the broken glass light of clouds
CLOSED
read the sign on the dream shop door
the battered mouse a gray dust ball
about two days dead
roared about lost innocence
to a loose sock on the closet floor
ripped anew
out of the upside
down canoe
(sleep’s protection)
A Woman Asleep at Table: Johannes Vermeer, c.1657 (Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York)
A Boor Asleep: Adriaen Brouwer (Wallace Collection, London)
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