Waking

Melting Men (detail), Nele Azevedo

Illustration: “Melting Men” (detail), by Nele Azevedo

We held hands in my dream, in the waking sleepwalk I call living. We held hands and you explained the lightness in your touch — you were dead. It seemed so natural, I accepted it. I said, of course. You were dead and I was sleepwalking.

We loved so naturally, without demands or needs, I could not see an end. It is easy, especially in the cold of winter, to just survive, to forget what a need is or how to ask for it.

It was only when the earth began to thaw, warm, that I saw the barrenness of us.
 

Heather Bourbeau

Heather Bourbeau

Heather Bourbeau’s latest book, "Daily Palm Castings," is a collection of poems profiling people in often-overlooked professions, and inspired by works by Lyle Lovett, Wim Wenders and Studs Terkel. She is a researcher, analyst, writer and reporter specializing in government policy, human rights, international conflicts, and economic development.
Heather Bourbeau

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Heather Bourbeau’s latest book, "Daily Palm Castings," is a collection of poems profiling people in often-overlooked professions, and inspired by works by Lyle Lovett, Wim Wenders and Studs Terkel. She is a researcher, analyst, writer and reporter specializing in government policy, human rights, international conflicts, and economic development.

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Heather Bourbeau’s latest book, "Daily Palm Castings," is a collection of poems profiling people in often-overlooked professions, and inspired by works by Lyle Lovett, Wim Wenders and Studs Terkel. She is a researcher, analyst, writer and reporter specializing in government policy, human rights, international conflicts, and economic development.

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