Trimmings

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.