Last Night

Last Night

Phil Taggart

    Last Night

the fear
woke me

a shadow
raving blackout
numb frozen

at the edge
afraid to
but wanting to

I have never been
comfortable with sanity

my mother
her body
vacant electro-shock

my brother
listens to voices
on a mattress
in the corner
of a carport

the fear is
a comfort
and inevitably
it welcomes me

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