They lie here side by side
in the long sleep, and I
wish I could set my ear
to the ground above them
and hear the night-talk,
those unintelligible words
I strained to hear when
as a boy I lay in bed
on the other side of the wall
and tried to sleep. I would
knock on the ground as once
I tapped the wall’s barrier
only to hear my father say,
Take it easy over there.
Then I would close my eyes
and, drifting off to sleep,
convince myself
that the darkness loves me.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 1.
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