Till St. Dymphna Kicks Us Out

 Of course, I worry
 about the tug and the call.

 Of course, I know
 I should learn to be alone
 in the dark apartment.
 Sit with the lemures,
 prickling skin and all:
 breathe in,
 breathe out, eventually
 sleep will beat them.

 Of course, I'm afraid
 to match my father drink for drink.

 But.