I never dreamt in French, but I’ve slept with a sound so beautiful I woke up blind. My nose was bleeding. My wife was a ghost cleaning up the quiche another ghost dropped on the dining room floor. This is the fourth line & I’m already tired of what comes next.
C.J. Miles is the author of the forthcoming collection, What Is Anything Without Pandas (Ampersand books, 2018). His poetry has appeared in The Penn Review, Clear Poetry, Jet Fuel Review, The McNeese Review, and Gravel, among others. He can be found online here.