Excerpt
Tonight I'm sleeping on the roof because
each night
when I sleep in bed,
I inevitably fall out of it.
The bed is only 2 feet
from the floor. . . .
I'm sleeping near the edge
of the roof.
It's a test of my subconscious, that blind
swimmer with a candle
in his mouth.
If I fall off, it may be possible,
for the first time,
to measure the speed of sleep,
how fast and how deep we fall.
If I don't: this
is where I'll sleep every night.
I think I'll feel comfortable,
for which one of us has never fallen
a thousand feet, or more,
asleep?
