1.It really was the shape of night,
all mystery at first,
but there was the noise too,
sitting on my chest
until I broke out in sweat,
and we were alone with the only
choice to cancel the weekend.
2. That was the first year. By the second
year, it was living in a cubicle at work.
And by the third year,
I found a doctor holding my diagnosis
as I walked into his office with frozen
3. This morning, I was at the kitchen
table when it sat next to me,
grew restless and tried to swallow
me whole, and all I did was sip my coffee,
asked the day whether it wanted
scrambled or fried.