Heat WaveBy Samuel MenasheShare thisShareSheets entangle him Naked on his bed Like a toppled mast Slack sails bedeck At sea, no ballast For that even keel He cannot keep— No steering wheel As he falls asleepSource: Poetry (September 2004)
Sheets entangle him Naked on his bed Like a toppled mast Slack sails bedeck At sea, no ballast For that even keel He cannot keep— No steering wheel As he falls asleepSource: Poetry (September 2004)
