I Leave My Windows Open Wide by Laura McKee

I leave my windows open wide
hope rain might come tonight
and slant into my room
mistake me for a sheet of glass
mistake me for a wooden frame
inside me find a hotblown sand
of salt and micro skeletons
roll across me
wake me up as wet

Laura McKee has had poems in various journals, including Other Poetry, Prole, Neon, The Lake, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Journal, Morphrog. This year she had a poem nominated for Best Single Poem in the Forward Prizes, and will have a poem on a bus at the Guernsey Literary Festival.