little children will crawl into bed
with their parents at the time of night
when even graveyards are not awake
the last time i did that
i tried to curl against my mother
i tried to hug her
and she brushed me off
told me to stop squirming
i tried my dad
he just grunted and turned away
furling around himself
impenetrable as a coconut
i got up
and went back to my bed
now cold and lonely
at the time of night
when even dreams
offer you no comfort