Poetry Daily: Today's Poem
...I leak words onto my pillow at night. I imagine they drip out my ears like hot water after a day at the pool, each letter a thick shimmering drop onto flannel sheets. Cholera. Helium. Zoroastrian. But by the time I find them in the morning they are hard, stuck to my pillowcase like a grain of rice stuck to your jeans after a dinner of stir-fry and beer.....

Danielle Dutton
Denver Quarterly
Volume 36, Number 3/4
Fall/Winter 2002