Number 6: We Cannot See
Sleepless
an electricity
nipping my ankles
keeping me awake
my wrists
are pinched
like links of chain
my ears whistle
loud as hydro lines
in drizzle
it's only 3:30
but I can't pull
the blanket darkness
up over me
everyone around
sleeps like the ocean
I am driftwood
unsupported by cradling
waves