N i g h t a s T o l d f r o m I n s i d e a H o r s e ’ s M o u t h
Stay up all night, a horse Pillowcase and horse Curtains. Stay up Until the heat sinks Its milk teeth Into the dunes, Into stout houses And their yards Now loud With woken gulls. Stay up Until the curtains glow Horribly, horses lying down In a horrible white field. Stay Because you can’t decide Whether or not you want to Go. Stay and read to me From The Sound and the Fury Until my heart is hammocked And swaylit and drowned As a kitten in a sack. Stay Because I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep Because we saw that movie In which a little kid’s head Gets blown clean off. On the television In the background Cars raced around A glass track shellacked Pink with little kid blood: Shwarmmm, Shwarmmm, Shhhhwarmmmmm! Stay up all night, try To use up the soaringest feelings Before they go bad. Stay up And help me Heap onto the now What we’ve robbed From the later. A mason jar Full of costume jewelry And another with frog Bones. Two hunting rifles In their black plastic cases Beneath the bed. I can’t Sleep because a wasp lies Dying on the sill. Later, A dead wasp on the sill. Always A dead wasp on the sill. Of course it stays. Dead things Always stay.
Meg Freitag was born in Maine and currently lives in Austin, TX. She holds a B.A. from Sarah Lawrence College and an M.F.A. from UT Austin, where she was a James A. Michener Fellow and a finalist for the 2015 Keene Prize for Literature. Her work has appeared in Tin House, Boston Review, Indiana Review, and Narrative, among others.