Sickbed Pantoum | Heidi Hermanson
My brain is a furnace on high.
Now where did I put my tissues?
Things arrange and rearrange themselves
at will. Don’t ask me any complex questions.
Now where did I put my tissues?
My bed is a magic carpet taking me across the world
at will, don’t ask me any complex questions.
Also, the magic carpet has no brakes.
My bed is a magic carpet taking me across the world.
Oh, if I could only lift my head and write!
Also, the magic carpet has no brakes.
I tumble, tumble, tumble.
Oh, if I could only lift my head and write!
Things arrange and rearrange themselves at will.
I hold on tightly, wait for the spinning to stop.
My brain is a furnace on high.
About the Author:
Heidi Hermanson is a first-generation Nebraskan who has been published in Midwest Quarterly, Hiram Poetry Review, the Omaha World Herald (“Nebraska On A Dollar a Day”) and elsewhere. The recipient of two Pushcart nominations, a Nebraska book award, and various grants from both Amplify Arts and The Nebraska Arts Council, Heidi has organized and directed five ekphrastic shows which she describes as a marriage between visual art and poetry.
In her spare time, she hopes to open a library of maps to towns that do not exist and learn the dialects of the seven-year cicada. Heidi enjoys exploring every square foot of her state and documenting cemeteries and rivers.