Girl insomniac
No one understood my nightly need to be reassuredI’d wake up again the next day. Eyes closed, I sawno sheep but the tufts of pampas grass looming silverlike a solitary path....
Saint Sinatra and Other Poems, by Angela Alaimo O’Donnell
Angela O'Donnell's sassy poems are born of her deeply Catholic imagination. She builds a house of saints, canonized or not.