you try to live a life
that will let you sleep
on a stormy night.
do whatever you will
to be comfortable
and something will still
poke into your back
through the mattress
as you lie awake at night
wondering,
what was that sound?
roll over,
slip your hand
under the pillow —
what’s there
and how long has it
been yours? where did it
come from?
do you think you’d use it
if you had to?
you’re positive
that someone’s looking for it.
you fear a lot
from both the haves
and have-nots,
but the most dangerous people
in any society
are the built-upons
and the used-to-haves.
so —
which are you?
are you either?
are you neither?
are you both?
are you a danger to anyone?
would everyone seeing you
agree? and —
what are you building?
what are you building it with?
who will you let through the door
when you’re done?
no matter the answers,
you’re always gonna wonder
about that sound.
lock up.
Dark Matter 