Selected Poems by Christopher Louvet The World Is Perfect This Way Sleep goes easily as it comes. Foxtail palms, panicgrass, and sea oats scaffold somniloquies on snoring winds that loosen teeth. The sea unsleeping too casts up the strand a sleeve for shattered bones, a way to explain the world is perfect this way. Sharks enlivened by hunger revel their wild in wonder both bioluminescent and ancient. Sleep comes easily as it goes. Wait, night will concede. Wait, the tides will 143