Monday, April 5, 2010

I bequeath my REM
 
sleep to you
in an envelope, licked twice
to seal with sitcom
laughter
reels, jazz standards
bleeding eyes and a whole bunch of fresh
squeezed
everything
like in the good the good old days
like in the good the good old days
like in the good the good old days,
baby.

-Hannah Miet

5 comments:

Francis Scudellari said...

Those dreamy gifts unfold in quite a heady rush. I really like the way you structured this.

Jenny Enochsson said...

This feel like a song, like a jazz standard. Billie Holiday! A fine poem.

Hannah Miet said...

Thank you both!

Amanda said...

Hannah - great poem. The first two lines are my absolute favourite.

Megan Duffy said...

Compact and razor-sharp. I like this a lot.