Two Men in Sepia Came to Me
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And two men in sepia come to me tonight
as you snore next to me. They enter
my brain through my ear slots.
How well the two of them blend in,
in their twilight camouflage.
Tonight, I chose to sleep naked, body and brain,
in expectation of them.

We eat imaginary lobster at an imagined banquet.
Rabbits multiply at my feet, but not by anyone else’s.
I breast-feed a thousand newborns.
A line forms behind me, hungry.
I crave a gimlet.
Today has been long and threatens to be longer.
These men in sepia have brought me to a world
where daylight never ends, the light by which I feed rabbits.
My nipples now as round and red as plums.
I want to be in a world of wet.

I was pleased to make their acquaintance.

 

 

 

From Small Murders by Carrie McGath, 2006

New Issues Poetry & Prose, Western Michigan University, Dept. of English,
1903 W. Michigan Ave., Kalamazoo, MI 49008-5331
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