The Hour When Titles Are Impossible

Sometimes ache comes back to visit,
wakes the mind at midnight, some
missing limb or friend. There is

nothing to be said, no prayer,
hardly words at all at this late hour.
It is a dry-eyed witness ticks

the time. Desperate, frozen in the chair,
stare lack down. Try. Numb as you are,
and all your phantoms itching like the devil.

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Sarah Sadie

Sarah Sadie

Sarah Sadie (Sarah Busse) is co-editor of Cowfeather Press and one of two Poets Laureate of Madison, Wisconsin (2012-2015), where she lives with her family. Her second full-length collection, We Are Traveling Through Dark at Tremendous Speeds is forthcoming from Lit Fest Press.
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