Tuesday, December 22, 2009

I Like my Nothingness

At midnight I crawl into my cold bed
And feel the joy of becoming nothing

Between the cotton sheets,
I warm a spot and disappear in the universe of the tiny

Then I don’t have any attributes
Then I’m no longer a sinner, a lover, a mortal

For an instant I’m gone
And I feel the happiness of not being.

Published in ContraExample Poetics, August 2009