Sleep Study

Your head hits pillows needlessly in outer space. You fool, no one can see your dreams. The earth is at a shallow angle so the shadow of your hula hoop is an ellipse. Design intelligently one day (one Titanic for example) reverse engineer another. Check your balance at the entrance; we're all fallen here. There's no thought we won't perish and there's no parental portrait we won't add a mustache to and anywhere above the belt the fight is more than fair.









In a past century Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He's a retired math professor and has won three poetry chapbook prizes. This is his fourth collection.

See two of his poems previously published in issue 4.4 and 4.4



"Sleep Study" formerly appeared in Great Weather for Media.