Insomnia Poem by Joan Xie

To Dear,

dear O dear
I am insomnia
caused by you, my dear
the balance of our marital bed was titled
by your absence, your insistence
of this side trip to nowhere.
my side is one hundred pounds less
your side always carries more weights
highland versus valley, a natural order of existence.
I add a teddy bear, a book of Shakespeare
and several ball pens on the bed
but still can't maintain a proper balance.
dear my dear
I am a hot iron on the iron board.
room is dark, dishwasher off, stars afar,
no red eye nor green
peeks from a keyhole of the night.
what I miss, or is it so obvious?
you snoring sound rises like unquenchable weaves
before breaking into thousands of pieces
on our shared continents.

(2019.5.2)