The Sandman’s Wife

Like the mailman,
…………he leaves every night
on his appointed rounds,
…………carrying his sack
filled with
……………..the gritty yellow sand
……………………of sleep.

After he is gone,
…………I swing my feet
……..over the edge of the crescent moon,
…..slim in its last quarter,
and dangle my toes out into space.
…………My children
………………………………with their hooked beaks
……………………and round yellow eyes
………………………..in flat faces,
…………fight aimlessly among themselves.

……..How could I have had such children?

……..During each of my ten pregnancies,
…………he fed me the sweetest candy eyes
……………………of naughty children
………………..in puddings made of tears.
…………Lovely, fiery red eyes,
………………..poached and smothered
………………………………in Hollandaise sauce.
……………………And he beat me as each child was born
………………………………uglier than the last.

……………………I no longer have a taste for eyes.

…………At midnight,
………………………………he returns
…………………………with a fresh sack.
……………………He sighs at his children
…………………………poking at them
……………………with calloused fingers
……………..as they scramble past
……………………crying for food.

I wash the sand from each delicate orb
……and boil a panful for breakfast.