my sleep disturbed
by jolting
shove,
my eyes
fight battles
with my
head.
my ears sort
through
fragmented
words
i’m sure my
wife just said.
“oh david,
look!
someone’s
outside,
i know
they’re looking in!”
oh lord, is
it true tonight –
that same
old thing again?
“no dear,” i
reassure,
“just a
dream and nothing more.
there is no
person tall enough
to
window-peek
tenth
floor.”
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