Nightshift
Published in
Mar 23, 2023
Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash
Poem by Lara Tigler MD
Everyone I know is falling asleep right now
It is nearly eleven pm Sunday evening
My work is contining …
I work the nightshit, I belong to the few
My hands sting each time I apply lotion
Due to dryness from washing sixteen or more
Bottles per day
I work the nightshift
I sneak snore in
I work the nightshift
I belong to the world of darkness now
The cold and deep
I work the nightshift
The babies count on me, I am their world
I work the nightshift
The End
