Dan Chiasson

(1971 / Vermont / United States)

Sound, 2 A.M. - Poem by Dan Chiasson

A minute ago I was a child coughing: having had
too much of everything today, except for air.
Now I am an animal, feeling, tonight, perplexed—
I fled the outside, the cold, the lack of food;
I meant to enter a house, which I connect with warmth,
which my body told me was the appropriate move.
Instead I entered a person's mind. Like the child,
I am trapped: I have no will, no life to call my own.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2014

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