earnest maple
*since the new line between my lives
I could no longer close my eyes
for longer than an hour
all I'd see are houses I can no longer visit
my sons and daughters bleeding out
fallen teeth in my palms
and so I didn't sleep
I just watched you chug the poison
from your father's chalice
watching you die
I gave the softest objections
they were always mistaken
either for apathy
or obsession
but my protest was simply restricted
by my own drunk body
toxins sedating the one that can not sleep
never awake*
sweet hamlet
wet grove
round harbor