Go to sleep
pretend to sleep
stare at a wall and call it sleep
Turn on the ipod
and turn out the light
look at the curtains:
a sliver of night.
The street light's glow
on the week-old ice sheet
looks orange and lurid,
a sun with no heat.
Bang on a pillow
scream at the pillow
wishing for the release of crying in said pillow
Be still
it is late
phantoms glare from the ceiling
demons: memories, sadness, hate.
Close the curtains
and sail away from here
the floorboards are icebergs
on an ocean of fear.
The figures are back
the misery is back
the desire to run very far and very fast
                                                                  is back