sheeps |
by Margaret Eden Douglas

Our bodies are walls some nights
so communist you is safe from
mongol, mongrel, stonewall me

but secretly I sleep
in pastures deep,
piles of wool and human fleece,

all warm body noises,
all quiet cozy goats
n’ sheeps like living blankets,

breathing heat.

Margaret Eden Douglas lives in Brooklyn. She grew up in New Hampshire. She hasn't gone to college yet and has mostly studied writing at the library.