Maybe poems are made of breath, the way water,
cajoled to boil, says, This is my soul, freed.”

—  Dean Young in an excerpt from Scarecrow on Fire

painting by Bill Bate

Encroach, v.
The first three nights we spent together, I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in the bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I’m alone. But now I allow that sleep isn’t always the most important thing.


David Levithan in “The Lover’s Dictionary”

Encroach, v.

The first three nights we spent together, I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in the bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I’m alone. But now I allow that sleep isn’t always the most important thing.

David Levithan in “The Lover’s Dictionary”

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

Margaret Atwood in “Variation on the Word Sleep”