When you scream again from the towel-padded drawer, I’m awake already,

listening to the snow-squall & semis leaning into night, to Lee Marvin

muttering one-liners next door, someone slurring Baby, I need some ice.
For an hour, I’ve heard you too, thrashing in your makeshift crib

just to feel, I think, your body move until you become inconsolable again.