Scared sisters fake still sleep
A mother’s cough down the hall
Dressed and ready to rage
Waiting for the tap and call
He comes a-fishing at night
Throwing out his line
Out the window and into trouble
The dark paths revealed in time
Blundering on backseats
Or in basements, family free
2 am on muggy August nights
Secreted under a tree
Electricity in the pockets
Time and space unfold
Swaggering and confident
Or fumbling uncontrolled…
Throwing out his line
He comes a-fishing once more
At another Juliet’s window
Waiting on the second floor
Inspired by this Substack article by Amanda Fortini
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