Because when
Don’t go tonight
Comes out of my mouth,
Stay with me always
Is what I see going in your ears.

Theres no
Weakness in sleeping

I signed my declaration
A jumbled John Hancock, with all the same penmanship
I flagged myself an
50 stars for little lies,
13 stripes for a Pattern of
Nuanced disloyalties.

The fearless independent,
I am all states,
A City on a Hill.
Beneath my finely quilled cursive, the
Seeds of civil war.