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The House Is Alive


the house does not ever sleep
I heart her heartbeats
in the measured click of clock hands
the refrigerator does not rest
and the water awaits the turn of a knob

there are remnants of those who've gone before
shaved hairs, clipped toenails and puffs of dark fur
that hide in the corners
skin cells shed creating dust

occasionally I hear rustling
amid the hush
I feel I'm never quite alone
in this house which doesn't sleep
sometimes I bolt awake
like some inner clock giving me a push


it know the promises we made to each other
it knows the ones we made to ourselves
yet often forgot to keep

the fan whirs and disperses the molecules
our dreams
our clouds of breath
our fears
the fan purrs and reminds of
being in the womb
the warm haven
surrounded by our mother's thoughts

in the furthest corners
half-shadowed
lying in wait lie the days demons
and the rearing ghosts of doubt
the intrepid night light leads the way
and does its best to banish them away
like a shaman commanding demons to move out

passing car lights
flicker and climb to the ceiling
hint at movements outside
hidden strangers driving past
their lights settle on bare shoulder
a rising chest
but move on past

the house is a body
the house is alive at night
the house is here to protect

still
we lie in bed vulnerable and fragile
not knowing how she
is our unsleeping sentry
ever vigilant
in the daylight
she can rest.




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