Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

My Astrophysicist Brother Takes a Nap — Robert J . Tillett

Sometimes you sleep on your stomach, An elbow’s crook consuming your left cheek. Perhaps, then, you’re tunneling toward creation– The way you tell it–that violent instant Frozen, captured in the pressure of an eyelash On an arm. But today you’re on your back Sprawled out on the floor, a universe In repose. This is the … Continue reading