A thief in the night,
A phone ringing at 2 AM,
A hushed voice from the other room.
Fear is
Seeing your on-again, off-again boyfriend's car
Parked in front of his on-again, off-again other woman's house
And having to think of them, twisted together, for over a year now.
Fear is
Watching your aging father
Do the old-man shuffle of caution,
Prematurely.
Fear is
Hearing the blue-collar voices of men
Below your window in the chill of an October morning,
And wondering if they're turning off your heat.
Fear is
Lying awake at night
Thinking about the heat, your father, and the other woman
And finding you can still sleep.
XOXO
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