Weekly Poem: From 'The Last Usable Hour'

**By Deborah Landau** forgive me for not sleeping this city is all spinning                 all sky this city is dry and the people all wanting each with a coin purse                each with a thirst in her                                             mouth dear someone                I put a shimmer on or you tonight I am all sequins                all lies for you I've slit my skirt made a neckhole of longing I am always a nighttime on the inside barefoot and heretic I need god or at least the police say there are no more empty places say you will sleep again in my bed lie down let the night pour up through us fluid cherry dark others are lying down bedrooms are going red with it all over this town   Deborah Landau is the author of "Orchidelirium," which won the "Anhinga Prize for Poetry":http://www.anhinga.org/books/book_info.cfm?title=Orchidelirium, and "The Last Usable Hour" (2011, "Copper Canyon Press":https://www.coppercanyonpress.org/pages/browse/browse_authors_search.asp?searchtext=Landau%2C+Deborah). She is the director of the NYU Creative Writing Program.