Rebecca Heilweil, University of Pennsylvania
I used to write novels; narratives
negotiated with the fantasy trilogies atop
my childhood shelves. youth bartered
onto a page: blooming.
this year i dreamt up nightmares: trimmed
to the length of six-hour
sleeps. soiled in a million literatures composted
by the brain, reread and restowed
in a rusted, ivied repository.