golden eyes, flecked green.
He purred and she looked up.
I gasped at her face.
My face.
So Much for Sleep
Jump-started awake,
I sat up in bed,
found the eyes of the lynx
at the glass, snarls
in the hallway.
Sweat-drenched,
shivering, I threw back
the sheet, went to the
window, three flights
above a deserted alley.
Found no eyes but dream eyes.
One demon conquered,
I slipped on flip-flops,
mediocre protection
against monster
cockroaches, wandered
toward the kitchen.
Found no snarls but Dad’s snores.
I Hid Out for Three Days
Spent them sleeping in,
like Dad.
I work late. No shame in that.
Afternoons we ate fast
food and talked.
Sure I want more. Some day.