Sleepwalk

Four in the morning
she puts on tap-shoes,

empties her purse,
and scatters things

around. Lipstick
by the water-heater,

blush in the black cabinet.
Down the hall,

under the window,
a card with her picture

and nothing you need
to know about her.

Moonlight dances
in the hologram.

–March 16, 2019