Dark Watches

I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene 2

Screaming in whispers, weeping
in the dark watches of the night,
while everyone sleeps.

October snow broke the branches.

The power just went out again.
Fuck. Third time this week.
What’m I supposed to do now?

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