One Hearted Sleep Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I settle for more rum
While the bad weather comes in dancing like
Kleptomaniac angels:
Sharon writes me a one word love letter,
And I fall in love with my
Loneliness,
While my singular man sleeps beside her bad
Man
Who is dreaming of guns and chaos next to
Her sweetest body,
And I don’t know what I am doing with myself,
But the Virgin whispers to me in my
One hearted sleep
That everything will be okay, if only she would
Go with me.