so tired i fall asleep standing
hands treading dishwater in the sink
so tired i fall asleep walking
from room to room in the space of a blink
panicked lost
where am i
what am i doing here
why am i holding this hand grenade
slowly my memory does a polaroid
and i recall you waking in some dark blue
hour of the morning
your mom and i attempting to disarm you
to soothe and sing
and bottle the explosion
back into the bomb
shaped like a baby
