To Know WhereA Poem by Daniel DunlapWhat happens when you pull an all-nighter or seven.
Only those who’ve
felt it know. Desiring that
strongly to sleep, But being unable to, Is unlike any lack of
food or water, which you
can locate In your stomach or
tongue. Even loneliness can
be found in the heart And the throat, But sleeplessness Has no genesis to
point to. It’s a hunger that
exists outside of you, Somewhere in front of
your head. And down, It lowers away When you try to tilt
to it. Always Just Below your nose. I reached my hunger
last night, however, After a week. All of
me Left As if by a sneeze From my whole Body.
I dreamed we were kids, which is weird, Because we didn’t know each other yet, But we did there. I knew somehow you’d promised earlier To come over and I guess play with Legos or some s**t, But you didn’t. I wasn’t quite brave or insane enough To press myself to the portrait window, so I stood back, Kind of shamefully, And watched for you through glass. Outside it was summer, and the sun Was like seeing a lamp from below its shade, Making everything grainy and kind of electric. Inside, the sun was like the water heater flame In our old apartment, You know, When nobody had been home in a while, Out of sight but throwing orange everywhere. The light was flickering like that through a tree, And at my height, at that angle, It seemed so much heavier, Like I could breathe it and burn my sinuses With energy. It was intoxicating and I got lost in it, but I remember
something strange. It woke me: Even at that age, I knew there was a pilot light Somewhere in me you had lit. Even at that age, I knew to reach through my ribs to make a
fist And extinguish it. © 2015 Daniel Dunlap |
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Added on February 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 28, 2015 AuthorDaniel DunlapTulsa, OKAboutI'm 21. I'm a college student and a poet. I'm going to teach English in Japan in a couple years. more..Writing
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