ISSUE 5 · FALL 2010




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Barry Napier





Sleepmaps

BARRY NAPIER

 

 

I am not strapped to the bed.

This is only sleep paralysis and there is no ogre on my chest,

no spaceship hovering above my house

or shadowmen languishing by the foot of my bed,

but on the nights when I wake from the dream

where I am standing in a meadow as wide as all oceans ever dreamed

and begin coughing

and keep coughing until coins spill from my mouth,

I can only listen to them jingle as they hit the ground

and notice that they are not adorned with presidential heads

but with expressionless sleepy ghosts of myself

and when I see that the only thing that remains constant is

In God We Trust, I wake up screaming

and there is a weight like thunderclouds in my stomach

and when it begins to rain in the 3 a.m. void,

I feel that I am connected to everything

and I never want to wake.