Sleepover

sleepy
nodding
fighting
the sandman
knocking
sand from his hands

hitting him where it
hurts
washing out the dirt
sand in my hair
and in every pair
of shoes, I own

rocks and gravel
pebble and stone
solid ground
to stand on

branded with fire
marked and engraved
with numbers
no one has a name

persecuted by strangers
trying to tame the anger
knowing the danger
chances we take
in order to...awake