hums through the night,
breaks into fits of frantic ticks
as if it wants to fight its way out of the room.
and most importantly: a naggin in my briefcase.
A child wails on the wards, always;
shoes clack on tiles;
suck on your soother;
I eye the briefcase.
Published in The Blue Guitar (Salmon Poetry 2011), You've Been Great (Smith/Doorstop 2008) and Snakeskin (Web, 2000)