Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

Negative Space

Magazine article WLA ; War, Literature and the Arts

Negative Space

Article excerpt

Again

it's two a.m.

Fresh linens roll themselves

into a garrote, or the body

beneath an avalanche

of white sand and there is only

this end

and the other.

At two a.m.

the mattress forms a crater

and sleep becomes

a trench warfare of its own.

For seconds, the body

finds a cool corner of bed,

and drifts, until dreams

of desert sun and terra cotta

carry me out.

That's the time

you look my way smiling.

I can never understand what

there is to smile about and then

you turn your head. Red petals

open into full blossom -

an exit wound in back

of your mind.

Your smile becomes a vacant

beam and air stumbles,

rasping, over a bone cage

in its hurry to leave.

It is sunny in the desert,

and my wife's two a. …

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