By A.J. Huffman
Another sleepless night hovers, tangles
my mind. I try to focus,
force ritualistic countings of imaginary
sheep. Mine are electric and pulse
their numbers in mock Morse code. I decipher
the twisted language of faceless clock, figure
an hour has passed, maybe two. Not
enough. I try to rewind the ceiling
fan. Follow its rotation until we sink. Psych
it out. It slows, refuses to reverse. The effort
sucks my eyes into stalemate, between
sleep and awake. I almost miss shadows
lightening through the shades. I push
apart the blinds, palm to pain, almost prayer.
I have been delivered to another
dawn.
A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook
through various small presses. Her new full-length poetry collection,
Another Blood Jet, is now available from Eldritch Press. She has
another full-length poetry collection, A Few Bullets Short of Home,
scheduled for release in Summer 2015, from mgv2>publishing. She is a
Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2000 poems in various
national and international journals, including Labletter, The James
Dickey Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the
founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press.
www.kindofahurricanepress.com
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