In his first fully-realized chapbook, Carlton D. Fisher writes about the thoughts that come in those predawn hours when the world is moving on but you are lying awake in bed, mind full of what is undone and what cannot be fixed. These are the voices and verses that fill the quiet hours of early morning, echo off the walls of a lonely house, or follow you through the 2:00 AM streets as you walk beneath streetlights, hoping to find sleep on a street corner in the shadows, or waiting for you on the landing when you come back home.