Photo: "She walks in beauty, like the night." David Graham
I'm very pleased to be able to offer another poem today by Kate Sontag.
Questions For An
Insomniac
Doesn’t it help that
it’s still snowing?
And what about making
love on the living room floor just before dinner?
You snow-shoed for two
hours in the frozen cattail marshes this afternoon, didn’t you?
Has Chagall’s pink
horse always looked so silly in that gold frame?
That bureau used to be
your stepdaughter’s, didn’t it, when she lived with you?
Wouldn’t a chocolate
sugarplum taste wonderful right now?
What exactly is Enron?
Shouldn’t you turn out
the light and stop flipping through cooking magazines?
Are you sad K-Mart is
filing for bankruptcy?
How does it feel not
to have seen your mother in almost two years?
Who is snoring in the
other room, the dog or the man?
Why don’t you write a
letter to your favorite poet?
And who would that be?
--Kate Sontag
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