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Sleeping on the Ceiling by new author Sasha

In by New Author on October 5, 2010 at 4:18 pm

Clutching the scales of peeling paint
my wings lie flat, still.
I feel resonance of attic mice,
doves in rafters, worms in oak beams,
termite larvae, pent-up rain
and ghosts, of course, they kiss.

Below, in the corner
where the wallpaper is peeling,
the Jardin has shut its gates.

Those pictures are animals.
The curling flowers and foliage rustle;
under the leaves the insects tunnel.

We must go beneath the wallpaper
to meet the insect-gladiator,
to battle with a web and pitchfork,
to leave the garden and the square.
All this to fall asleep up there . . .

  1. This is beautiful. I love the kissing ghosts.

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