someone just ripped off baby's ears-
the screams color the walls
long after the fight has dissolved.

i don't want to hear this, i say, but
no one will give me a ticket away
and this house has a mind of its own.

the floorboards creak, the cabinets stretch
and yawn as i approach. tell me your secrets.

how do you sleep at night?
do you dream about me?
what's your poison, sweetheart?

the shadows march cradleside, ready to
swipe baby from the worst of comforts.
what is there to do but watch?