Susie Q’s Nightmare
As the world unfurls
in Rembrandt's muddy pastel
Little Susie curls her knees
right on cue, credence that
there's clear water here, a
revival of Hawkins and
Burton's swamp spell
When I tried to leave her
dream, she called back:
‘Freddy, come save me!’
I know that it's cruel to
replace her, though her
night terrors are negotiated
and I awaken her fears
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