RestinWarning

Inthedarkbeforemorninglaythelivingintheirbeds

andlaywethedeadinours。

Eachearth-liddedterminus

notachamberofrest,butalisteningeartothepast。

Thedeadarewithyou,difficultasthisistobelieve。

Weknowhowquicklyyouturnfrommourning

backtothedistractionsyoustretchfromhourtohour。

Youbuygreenmangoesfromthestreetvendor

andpinktulipsfromthecornerbodega。

Finallyalone

inyourapartment,theboltslidagainststrangers,

youcollapseinexhaustion。

Nonews,youvow

nodevicesallthelongweekend。

Thecatnuzzles

yourtulipsandpushesthevaseoffthekitchentable。

Youcan’tgetheroffthefurniture。

Hereintheyard

attheedgeoftheOldTown,there’snokeeping

thelivingout。

Youareournews,constantanduninvited,

openingtheirongatetostrollamongourrows。

Youplacepebblesatopgranitemarkers,whisperournames

asthoughwecannolongerspeak。

Wespeak

inthedarkbeforemorningwhenthevandalscome

tagginghateandtopplingheadstones。

Theygiveusvoice。

Eachthud’sacertainwarningthatthepastisnevergone?

Aslongasthebeaverslapshertailonthepond’ssurface,

aslongastherabbitstompshishindleg,listen。

Thissoundistheonlysoundwemake。

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FeministsArePassingfromOurLives,isforthcomingfromTheWordWorksinspring2018。

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