Cold sweat
and teeth-grinding chirp
awaken me.
The grizzly's gone now
not gnawing
on the arm anymore.
I wriggle my fingers
to see if they're
still there they are.
When I was a boy
I'd hide under the covers
from the monsters.
Mom said they couldn't
get me there.
I don't think she meant
to lie to me.
It's just that the monsters are bigger now.
