Big Grrrls Don't Cry

and what is talking

when compared to sleep

the few hours of staggered conversation

a life raft

to the woman drowning

in the harshness of hot sheets

and loud silence

fragments emerge from dialogues

slipping past

slipping out and over the tongue

while the ever aware

minute hand is always striking

always screaming of some hour

that should be missed

behind savage dreams

and locked eyelids

she burns tonight

lighting up the darkness

that surrounds her

tonight it is safer not to sleep