Across The Quiet Night

Only a suffering slice of my face is seen,
Surface incognito. A sketch of
Delirium stretched over insides
Touched afire; glistering guts.
This cruel enchantment some
Call "marriage." In sleep I shriek.
Marvelously calibrated mantra of mine
Pin-pricking spine, "Wish I may,
Wish I might, wish I may..." through the night.
Embroidered words tacked inside
Eyelids fluttering fireworks.
"...Wish I may, with I might,..."
No mere dream to shake awake shivering.
No dusty daydream to be dared.
"...Wish I may, wish I might,
Wish I may..." So far and away.
So far and away, out the quiet
Night alone. Across the quiet
Sky, I might. Up the quiet sky, in flight.
"...Wish I may, wish I might..."
Across the quiet of the night.

Maryann Hazen is a 38 yr. old mom/wife/full-time student/medical transcriptionist/poet/painter who has recently had the good fortune to be published in the following magazines:The Blind Flier, Issue #14, Creative Ooze, Poetry Issue #4,SNAKESKIN poetry webzine-Issue #27,Womenfolk-A Gathering Place for Women ,Poetic Voices Jan 1998,Temporary Exhibition Eight - Maryann Hazen,Sin título ,TUA Online and Poetry Magazine.

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