Life is rattling
Shaking out
Truths
That I already knew

Truths
In their beds
With warm milk
And white noise

Jostled awake
Scared and
Glaring at me

They scream to be held
All at once, once again
And as I falter, I whisper:
"Don't say
that the
benefit
is mine
when it's
plainly
unmistakably
yours."