Night After Night By Rita Sotolongo
Night after night after night alone after hours of staring at a blank white screen willing a response to an unanswered text and I don’t know where you are. Night after night after night of panic wondering if your car is shattered in a ditch your blood painting the pavement, windshield glass sticking out of your head. Night after night after sleep is stolen the phone pressed to my ear hot tears and chilled cheeks my body balled and small in bed chanting to a friend, He’s okay. Night after night after your sneaking in when dawn is hiding behind the darkest hour you creep, careful so you don’t wake the woman or child you often forget. 109