April 6, 2017


In my dreams,

I pick up

where I left off

the night before,

our conversation

forever the same.

The blinds

of our neighbors' home

are always closed.

Perhaps one day

they will return.

Sirens sound

like they're

coming this way,

having been called

to save me

from myself.

I turn my phone

face down,

so it will not find me

in the darkness,

the same urgent message


every hour.