In the battle of phobias, abandonment is king.
I am afraid of the dark; the chittering scuttlings,
the creaks of an old house. I sleep with my feet
tucked into the blankets. I have to close
my closet door, or I can't sleep.
I avoid cardboard boxes on the road
because I think there may be
a litter of newborn kittens inside.
I don't like talking to people who
give only one-word answers; what
are those clipped phrases hiding?
I am afraid of the dark; the cluttering chill,
the spooks of an old day. I sleep with my arms
wrapped around the pillow. I have to close
my mind to you, or I can't sleep.
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