Nancy

Do your sleepless nights mock, the sheets you sleep by, white face, red bed socks, ones my Nana use to pummel, then hang out to dry, startled by my song, wine bought at crowded docks, cigarettes and ties, women to kiss like men rot, manifestos to right wrongs, stretched across a crowded sky, a wish to belong, streets where darkness throngs, are you happy here or try, to have me strong, near water or by rocks, crying by hurling night, my Ma watches the clock, waiting for the knock, you hold the blazing light, a whole world to unlock, your face an icon.