'Where did I put the night?'
I could have sworn I left it by my shoes, neatly lined up by the door
So as not to track in stardust and moonshine and more.
It's not caught up in my clothes, not tucked into my hair.
I've checked inside the fridge, under car seats, between cushions here and there.
Did it fall out of my pocket on the way to sleep and dreams?
Did it break through my jacket's leather, rip the neat and iron seams?
If only I could remember where exactly I left the night.
I'd like to get it out again, to hold it in the light.
– Katelyn Sack