my dreams are torn br a sound like jets br my wife lies awake br but I'm not yet. br back into slumber br quiet resets br then again it comes br and again they're wrecked br she's reading her book br while I am still sleeping br each page is a hook br that leaves me seeping br each flip of a page br is a banshee's shriek br a cellulose rage br at her turning technique br the paper cuts br slice my dreams to shreds br all bled out br guess I'll get out of bed br br (with apologies to Emily Dickinson - There is no 'frig it! ' like a book being read in bed next to you.