half-dead laptop
wounded animal.

I don’t “wake up.”
resurrect.
claw from grave
Of sleep and doubt
And the same questions
That chewed my nerves yesterday.

No more.
Not today.
Today is blunt force.
Today is fangs.
Today is singular.

She, the only solver, healer—
My need for her — Inexplicable
Angel flight into the clean war.

Composition. Dreams…
Polite battles fought.
But me
Trench-rot and inkfire.