Before Falling Asleep Poem by Nicolas Born

Under the covers three a.m.
I want to be off to the BETTER WORLD
this is the wall
I have to go into
to close off my face
and put the world behind me
in my own
personal past
The curtain's blowing it's September-
how silly these facts are
like the speech-spit
in the room
that drips
into my memory
"according to reliable sources"*
I'm already far away from myself
but I still feel me lying here
the one hand
mine
longingly around my balls
the other
mine
at my ear
the insertion point
into me
Here I am
voice
bones in the wall
I am you and sleeping