I am scared of one night. One night might come upon me while I sleep. One night might kiss me & never unzip its lips. I never try to leave the bed, never try to sit up. One night is always there like a tumor: a drum machine fear. I've known one night my whole life. It chases me off the edge of the screen at the end of each act. It speaks & I listen with all my wounds & all my fingerprints. I want an operation to connect me to one night. It is lost in the dark, surely alone, surely shivering, & there is nothing I can do to protect it.
Copyright © 2012 by Mathias Svalina. Used with permission of the author.
Mathias Svalina is the author of Wastoid (Big Lucks Books, 2014), The Explosions (Subito Press, 2012), and Destruction Myth (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2009). He is the coeditor at Octopus Books and lives in Denver, Colorado.
Date Published: 2012-03-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/one-night