nightmare

lately I cannot sleep

there are unusual objects and subjects falling down into my dreams

like last night, there were sounds of fire consuming what it could.

Rage and darkness, it was a case of hysteria and noise 

inane

the buildings like cardboard were at my feet. there was a blond baby

in my arms, he was crying.

 I felt his warm urine trickle down my arms as I warmed his nose

 even if it was a warm November.

Babies need warmth in all forms.

I shut his ears, but there was blood,

 and there were members of my family all grown,

frozen in childhood. and there I was at the end of my bed, gasping, trembling

these nights I cannot sleep

when and if my mother answers her phone

the first question I'll ask her will be:

mama, when will I stop seeing?. when will I start to sleep again?