Silent nights haunt me the most.
The times when it’s just me,
and my apartment
are the nights where the desire
for a drowning
or warm flesh (or both)
become as overwhelming as
a rampaging herd of elephants.
The herd is one mind and one need,
transparent and desperate, destroying
the alternate desire for solitude.
My cats gather on my legs, nuzzling
my hands for affection.
I give them the attention faithfulness deserves.