napowrimo #19

With a moment as bright as a southern
California morning in June, I sip
icy water and breathe in like I'm starved,
starved for an answer:
why such angry nightmares
and sad dreams?
I suck in the fog from sleepless images,
count to three, and believe in three
nightmares;
divorce, adoption, death,
and then jaw-locked anger
bit down.