Elaine Morrison


Poetry How can you sleepso determinedwhen I shuffleand wriggleand twist and tossin and outof dreamstates? Clamminess –legs thrust outfrom underthe duvet,pulled back inas Ievaporateand chill. When I rouse fromone of those dreamswhere my lifeis underthreatfrom gangsof faceless beings –known but never known –and distressed,I reach in for you,try to wrapmy awkward formaround yours,seeking reassuranceswith heart …

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