28.01.05 - 2:47 p.m.

in the time between sleeplessness and eventual sleep, the
poorly lit, half dressed hours in the middle of the night
when table lamps shine out of windows to give
away your insomnia to neighbors, illuminate your face
through windows, everything turns into a secret
mumbled into keyholes and husbands sleeping ears,
glimpses of strangers lives caught on brisk mid-night walks,
tea and a portable typewriter at a yellow
formica kitchen table or the flickering colors of
infomercials like sparklers lighting up a black livingroom.