INSOMNIA / KATE DEIMLING
At night my eyelids flutter like birds—
crazy ones, like in Hitchcock.
Thought upon thought
upon thought lines up in my head
like ducks to be shot at the fair.
The ozone layer—my friend
who hasn’t called—did I send
the Visa bill? My poor brain
is the carrion the vultures of worry
swoop down on and cover
with their big black wings.
The ant-pile hours accumulate.
I see the digital numbers change
like a pattern of red-hot pokers
rearranged. The smoldering coals in my head
still burn. In my febrile movements
I feel the agony of a dying insect
and the uselessness. Trapped
in the flypaper sheet
I gaze at the calm leaves,
extinguished windows,
dumb pale moon,
and wish I could wake up the world.
Kate Deimling is a poet, writer, and translator from French. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Slant, Tar River Poetry, I-70 Review, Notre Dame Review, Midwest Quarterly, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Plainsongs, Crosswinds Poetry Journal, and other magazines. She lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York and is an assistant poetry editor for Bracken.
Such rich and powerful images! This poem is something many of us can relate to (lying awake at night with our thoughts–in such a world!). Lovely work.