Tanka #2

Not geography-

Emotionally, we’re at

The ends of the earth

The silence carries over

Despite distance or hour.



Suffocating nights;

The past stumbles through my dreams

And sits on my chest1.

Pray for relief that is rain,

And sleep like a handkerchief.


1Fun fact: the ‘mare’ in ‘nightmare’ refers to an evil spirit that, well, sits on people’s chests while they are sleeping.