NUN WITH APPLE breath, fast asleep beside me, collapsed on a folded-out tray in dreamland on an airplane bound for Denver, how appalled you would be to learn that in the sweet amnesia of your slumber, you nudged my laptop sideways with your elbow as you sprawled onto my workspace, your brown habit spilling around you.
You’d just downshifted into a deeper stage of sleep, entered REM maybe, and your body, giving up its last pretense of decorum, finally sighed and fully exhaled. Sprawl away, apple lady. Let your elbows be free. It’s three in the morning in the Netherlands right now, and your sisters are all in bed.