Anxious Angel
J.J. Knight
Now I lay me down to weep,
I pray my mind will let me sleep.
And if I die sometime this night,
I only ask you dress me right.
Now I lay awake in bed,
With churning, turning angst instead.
If I should sob, or retch or scream,
Convince me this is all a dream.
J.J. Knight will write for food. That’s why they’re perpetually hungry.