Today's poem is by Kate Northrop
Jittery Nocturne
Outside after a bad dream no stars,
no canopy of leaves just streetsand down those streets, like large
flat rocks in the middle of a stream, my neighbors' houses.
.But sometimes, walking around, straight ahead
on sidewalks, I correspond with argumentsswimming at the heart of houses, and move parallel
to their interiors: old clothes, crates,
canned peaches everythingsinking to the bottom of the bottom of houses.
.Rain, starting slowly, thuds
the metal bottom of a boat a sound you know in the middle
of the night in houses. And there's a current pullingat the boat, the movement of debt we do not
own these houses.
.Often I am brushed on the leg right in the kitchen!
by a fish, yet my sisters trust the integrity of houses.Lately I'm happy to be having the sex I am having
most often now, inside of houses.Those tiny, inquisitive sea horses, flickering
here and there How they addressed us we will remember in houses.
.
Later, like an allowance, the moon coming round: fat, whiteLater the moon floods
the alleys, empties the rooms of our houses..
How I know I am not happens most often in houses:
creaking the floorboards, slowly breathing in houses.
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from Sugar House Review
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