Sitting Up

***** Sitting Up Midnight. Deliberately awakened. Repeatedly. Right under these cameras. Wasting:• Fuel• Light• Energy and health  Acquiring: • Increased pain• Increased heart rate• Decreased strength• The rest of my broken heart *****

Small Noisy Car Associated With Perp Has Been Circling These Blocks for the Last Ten Minutes

The Poet Cannot Now Get Back to Sleep

***** Could you? *****

Awakened Again by Whistle, 10:44 pm

***** Sidewalk rear of van. *****

Awakened Again by Noises Directly Vanside, 10:20 pm

***** Street side. *****

Foreign Objects Have Been Hitting the Van Every Few Minutes for the Last Half Hour, 10:05 pm

***** The poet has her light off and is trying to sleep. *****

Merry Christmas!

… to work!

Haven’t we Had Fun Today?

This poet likes, much better than writing about the unconstitutionality of urban public housing or the functional anonymity of American police complaints, to write in favor of individual human upliftment. 

The Poet Was Allowed to Sleep

The poet will be seen to be smiling.

Electrical Mechanics in This Area:

His habit is to wait for the driver to start the vehicle, taking its onboard computer out bit by bit, some now, some after a while, enjoying the confusion while escaping detection himself.