E.J. Koh - Trilogy

They tell me, Go to sleep. If they love me
they say, Go to sleep until I am a wide plain.
Go to sleep. Until the oh’s are ironed into ah’s.

 

Go to sleep, they say until I am a blue horizon.
Sleep until the milk is legend, left to wash feet
in the morning. Legend stops the rot of people.

 

There is no big bright word for leaving.
There is no rest so pained as I am pained by rest.
Sleep like a good, sharp knife.