A Little Disturbed Poem by RIC BASTASA

at 2: 01 in the morning
you switch on the light
a little bit dim
not to hurt your eyes
and you get out of bed
naked

you open the door
towards the kitchen
and get a glass of water

you drink
you want to satisfy thirst
wetting your tongue
and gargling the coldness
swallowing it gently
feeling this creeping
coldness to your
throat down
to your abdomen

something is burning
inside
and the water is
not killing it

you sit and think
a while and stare
at the light

there is nothing there
except the glare

now you wonder
sleep is still nowhere