#10
3 a.m.
scraping at scraps of resilience i didn’t even know i had those scampering 3 a.m. uncertainties
oh how they sneer and taunt
i am taut across the thinning cotton of my pillow
bite my tongue and forgive the world for that which it demands i give back though i have not yet taken but given already more than my 3 a.m. uncertain heart can bear
what an impossible time to be awake













