Poem: - Nothing

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Nothing

Because she is exhausted
and confused,

and doesn’t want to argue,
and can’t speak,

she dreams of nothing
for a thousand years,

or what the nurses cheerfully call
a week.

Selima Hill

from Gloria: Selected poems (Bloodaxe Books, 2008) Reproduced by permission of the publisher