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Sport 38: Winter 2010

II Insomnia

II Insomnia

On bad nights I used to visit my pet dragon. She lived in the cave at the back of my head. On her breath I could warm my hands. Her scales were green as old copper.

One day she vanished and in her place I found a cold penny. Under a wooden sky I spent it on silence.

In the distance a carpenter builds a box the size of me.

The nails are like unspoken stars.