light
lamp unplugged,
circles of hair pulled
out & on the carpet that keeps
staining with no
spills.
Maddie buys a ticket to Europe
to find hotel rooms to make love
in & Conor buys a ticket to Europe
to find glaciers not mountains.
There are
mountains
between, years of things I've
had to find out.
Every two are getting
the old rope trick. When Des
married they were bound by it, even
before the lips.
The dog was a-stir all night, searching
for things in the
dark,
when, it's his home, and he knows
all the things in it.
Maybe because what is
dark
is always changing.
What is light is
slits of ideas you hope you
can talk about to find
out
if what you want are the words,
sounds, or something else,
but words
are always
more important than the mouth.
"Fighting is different from challenging,"
she says.
But it's a girl's word,
and girl's words go
"in one ear & out the other"
is what my father suggests I should
do.
Perhaps it was my restlessness that
sank sank into the always open, black mouth
of the dog, keeping him awake
in the dark,
searching, or
chewing on rope.
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