2.21.2013

A man
at the end of the bed
has a reflection

and I am frozen

I cannot rub my eyes
or
move the blanket from my nose

I try to nudge Dylan
but he is unaffected
and
aloof

maybe he's seen him before.

I recall
the whisper in my ear
and
the woman in white
and
the television
turning on
and
off

why only in this house?
why me?
why can't I move?

my heart races
I close my eyes
and
he
is
gone.