The moon got lost last night
But the thick black knew where we lived
Sending fingers of rain tapping windows
Like children hounding Halloween candy      
     More Snickers     
     We want Skittles
     Forget those raisins and mealy apples

Sleep became a restless thing with thorns
Snuffling around our pillows
Flipping side to side like a snagged fish
The damp a weighted breath  

Dawn snuck in when we weren’t looking
Crept over the horizon like a thief
Another birthday
A sliver of god