by D.G. Geis
Hands know the truth about sleeping.
There is good sleeping
And there is bad sleeping.
Bad sleeping is when you wake up
And you can’t feel the hand,
But you know you can’t feel it.
This condition is always accompanied
By prickling, tingling, and an unpleasant sensation.
You might call it “feeling the unfeeling.”
Good sleeping, on the other hand,
Is when you wake up
And the hand does not even know
It is a hand.
D.G. Geis divides his time between Houston and the Hill Country of Central Texas. He has an undergraduate degree in English Literature from the University of Houston and a graduate degree in philosophy from California State University. His poetry has appeared in 491 Magazine, Lost Coast, Blue Bonnet Review, The Broadkill Review, A Quiet Courage, SoftBlow International Poetry Journal, Blinders, Burningword Literary Journal, Poetry Scotland (Open Mouse), Crosswinds, and Scarlet Leaf (Romania). He will be featured in a forthcoming Tupelo Press chapbook anthologizing 9 New Poets and is winner of Blue Bonnet Review's Fall 2015 Poetry Contest.