Insomnia
Author: Ken Homer Issue: 2024-12-04
Insomnia
by Ken Homer
I wake night after night Cold sweat soaking the hair on my chest The creases of my elbows and the back of my neck I’m shivering in the dampness of the sheets
I go into the bathroom Towel myself dry Empty my bladder Return to bed Turn the pillow over to the dry side Try to find slumber once more
Gripped by a nausea I’ve felt since the election My stomach knots with a fear I struggle to keep at bay The shouting of my ancestors roils my thoughts: Is this shit really going to happen again?! The doleful eyes of the unborn appear before me: What will be left for us when it’s our time to live?
Sleep is nowhere to be found My mind’s engulfed by a dark foreboding I stare into the abyss of fascism’s future/history Hell is empty and all the devils are here–again My country, O my country Whither goest thou?
Ken Homer • November 2024
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