Sleep Study
May 6, 2019Poem by Jeffrey Erlacher
Marisol informs me that I stop breathing during sleep.
Marisol informs me that I stop breathing during sleep.
Pleasure does not read the paper or anyone's tweets.
I watched each day, until everything, save for one tall building in the middle of the block with doctors’ offices on the first floor, was rubble and dust.
The first days after you died sunk like stones.
We yawned, slapped at flies, already unmoved by the pageantries of masculinity.
Then the interrogation began. He described “vicious verbal violence,” with his interrogators screaming, swearing at him, 'You don’t preach Christianity, you preach shit.'
One of our first meals in this new country was the hamburger, a food that was, we were told in the camps, invented by Americans.