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Jilly Dybka
Insomnia
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Bly
Inside the veins there are navies bottled up,
Knots like men's fists,
And drooping sails in the doldrums of the thick mind.
It is the night. The country has slept the whole summer.
Windows are covered with mesh screens, the yard is full
Of loud bugs, and frogs that clumsily cling to trees.
Now others are waking, rising from bed, and eating breakfast!--
Creaks rise from ghost ships in the harbor,
Fogs, and anchors rusting; the sudden stab of sunlight in the hold.
Now I stand watch on the kitchen floor.
My whole body is like a ship at dawn;
Knowing that our master has denied us shore leave for the day. |
Jilly Dybka is an MFA student
in Creative Writing at Queens University of Charlotte. She works as a
computer network administrator and lives in Kingston Springs,
Tennessee, USA, with her jazz musician husband, Darryl. email: J: Dybka
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