by Laura Zacharin
Friends I trust
say
they come
at night
so I leave
your things
where I can see them
A leather wallet
hand cream
Your book open
to a page
marked up
in blue
a knitted hat
Some nights
I stay up
waiting
Other nights
I say
to myself
be sensible take
a zopiclone
warm milk
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 2