Come for me, sandman
The night is old
Young body fights infection
Wrinkleless
I still sleep naked.
Come for me, sandman
Delirious with lack
Pirouetting tendrils dance
On fragile, fatigued breath
Come for me, sandman
Winter reaches through glass
Tongues bitten but yet not bleed
Loverless tonight I shiver
Quiver in the cold
Come for me, sandman
So many miles to go
Although already home
Fever burns, my skin amber then cherry
Hours pass yet
I am still alone
About Me
- Janice Brabaw
- New York, New York
- Janice Brabaw is the author of Universe, Disturbed, her first collection of poetry that draws directly from her teenage and college journals when she suffered from debilitating depression. She is also the author of And Again: A Memoir of a Life Disordered which chronicles her struggles with depression and borderline personality disorder. And Again is slated to be released in 2009 and Universe, Disturbed is currently in it's second edition. Janice Brabaw lives in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. She runs the literary & musical series, Stained Glass Confessional in Brooklyn and has read at The Bowery Poetry Club, Otto's Shrunken Head, The Cake Shop, and the Library Lounge series at Telephone Bar. Her work has appeared in Poesis, The Toronto Quarterly, Ophelia Street, The Record, and the Cartier Street Review. More information about Janice can be found at www.JaniceBrabaw.com
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