One more.
This is a little poem.
I don't quite know how to read it
because it has a refrain in it which is just good night,
but it's meant to be said like you say good night to somebody
that you're lying in bed with.
Good night.
[LAUGHTER]
Where is he, you ask in your sleep.
Where is she, I say.
And we begin to move steadily against the current.
Good night.
Let's give up on staying up.
The right hand curls into the left.
Good night.
The top sheet is torn a little.
You hold one side, we tear it slowly to the edge.
Good night.
Everything opens, arms and legs, and makes a face.
A feather in my sleep I hold by the stem, moving its fur
with my breath.