The Last Time I Slept in This Bed

By Sara Peters Sara Peters
I was involved in the serious business
of ripping apart my own body.

I’d run my fingers over it,
seeking but never finding

the right point of entry,
so having to tear one myself,

though midway through
I’d always tire,

and let night enter
like a silver needle,

sewing my eyelids shut.
This was not an original practice,

but thinking, for a time, that it was
felt like being able to choose

when spring would arrive:
engineering an April

that opened like a parasol,
even in thoroughest winter.

Source: Poetry (February 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the February 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

Sara Peters was born in Nova Scotia and was a 2010–2012 Stegner Fellow at Stanford. Her first book, 1996, will be published in April by House of Anansi Press.

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, The Body, The Mind, Social Commentaries, Gender & Sexuality

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse

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