Intimation: A Poem



My fiancée informs me that I snore

now: either comfortable enough to tell

the truth, or else a commentary on my own

contentment. Our unconscious understands

and steers us with its own somnolent wisdom.

But wouldn’t it have seemed more sensible

to have been snoring all those other nights,

when the only thing that ever got into my bed

was an exhilarating dream: someone beside me

to break that onerous silence by sharing it?


 –For Heather Sherard, May 2016



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