Phil Taggart
Last Night
the fear
woke me
a shadow
raving blackout
numb frozen
at the edge
afraid to
but wanting to
jump
I have never been
comfortable with sanity
my mother
her body
vacant electro-shock
medicated
my brother
listens to voices
on a mattress
in the corner
of a carport
the fear is
sometimes
a comfort
and inevitably
it welcomes me
home