Cathleen Shattuck is in a quandary. She prefers sleep over society, but loves to sing. What's a girl to do? Narcoleptic nightingales are hard to accompany, so like an allergy she hopes to grow out her somnambulant habits soon.

Sometimes photographer and occasional poet, you can find her book of poems, House, for sale at Small Press Distribution and her book, The Three Queens, for sale through Leave Books. She has had work appear in The Five Fingers Review, Notus, Golden Handcuffs, First Intensity and more.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,
All dressed in black, black, black,
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons,
All down her back, back, back

She asked her mother, mother, mother,
For fifty cents, cents, cents,
To see the elephant, elephant, elephant.
Jump over the fence, fence, fence.

He jumped so high, high, high,
He reached the sky, sky, sky,
And he never came back, back, back,
‘Till the end of July, ‘ly, ‘ly.