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| Nocturne by Adam Sass All your companions And co-conspirators Have come out from Their cracks in the floor, Haunts beneath the stairs. Oh, the ears on that one, The teeth, the tail on the other. Who could love them, The way they seethe and sulk, The way they simper. They want food, Mother’s milk, a bent ear. They have a lot to say, All nattering at once, Never as one. Watching them gripe and gabble, You grow weary, Sway like a sapped tower, and Topple into their midst. Half-awake, you feel little hands In your hair, Bare feet on your neck. The skin is soft, The nails, sharp. |
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