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Sleepless Night #113

by Sarah J. Sloat
A page torn from a book called “Sleepless Night,” where most words are obscured by strips of paper. At the bottom right there is a collage showing two old-fashioned figures wrestling. One of them, holding a dagger, is fastened to the ground with thread.

I

managed to squeeze a drop of blossom into my face

What more could a body ask for? I skipped the pondering

I got up and happened

A wineglassful of martyrdom

A page torn from a book titled “Classic Crimes,” on which most words are obscured by strips of old discoloured paper. A small collage at right shows a pitcher upon a playing card resembling a red and white cloth. The pitcher emits a dialog balloon full of blue sky and clouds.

A wineglassful of martyrdom was duty but wandering, wild, and fiery, was nice cold water,

Sarah J. Sloat is the author of <i>Hotel Almighty</i>, a collection a visual poetry published in 2020 by Sarabande Books. Born in New Jersey, Sarah has lived for many years in Europe, where she works in news. Her poems, prose and collage have appeared in <i>The Journal, Tupelo Quarterly, Sixth Finch</i>, and elsewhere. You can keep up with her at sarahjsloat.com, on Twitter at @SJSloat and on Instagram at @sjane30.

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