Even in my dream
From an afternoon nap
I fought for
Comfort from confrontation
An apology on your chest
Thumbtacked in place
With 10 screws to 10 fingers
And your taped head
Crying and crying for help
My help
What does the back hall
Of my mind know so well
That I should know
That you should know
What I’d like to know
Is who kidnapped you
And why