Emotional Explosives

by Adam Levon Brown

Sleeping with
A hand grenade
for a heart always
makes me jumpy.

As if somehow
in the middle of the night
I will explode into tears.

Soliloquy sorted
by synapses sifting
silently through
the sieve of sanity.

I hang my fears
on the nightstand
and press my head
into the pillow

Hoping not to
wake the raging
beast that lies
within.