The cold of the world’s
body concentrated in
my feet tonight. I
wake to add covers.
One continuous surface
all outside the head?
Labyrinth of flesh,
each choice ends in sleep, engorged
with other being;
as we humans say,
I’d sleep with you if you’d like
me to; I’m awake.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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