Remember when we moved
Because the house resonated
With the hum of the interstate?
The bricks
Tuned to the asphalt.
We had dreams that didn’t make sense.
Whispering to one another about them
In the pitch
Under the cotton bedding.
Radial coast liners
And
Inter-dimensional immortality.
Sketching a map for the Anosmiac fox
That lived in the back yard.
So she would find her way back to the den.
We moved a few months later.
Packed our things into beer crates and left.
Thirty miles out.
A small four room.
On three acres.
The home was a mute; as were our slumbering minds.
We said nothing to each other.
No midnight epiphanies.
No threadbare monsters.
The animals that lived in the yard here
Had functional olfactory systems.
They had no problem finding their shelters.
We slept as the silence devoured Us.



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