I have come to believe
that this is my one true place:
lying still in the dark, then leaving bed
to seize another few moments
of tapping fingers
and poisonous inhales, digging for
things to say when no one
is listening, hoping
someone will wake up
and respond. If you choose
to call it a pathology or
a yearning for love, I can’t stop you;
call it as you see it as long as you say it
directly to me. That way we can each sit
in our respective shelters, staring at light,
waiting for an answer.