The Humming Word after Wisława Szymborska and Mark Strand
there is something burning below the sternum just to the right of the heart a thirst I guess a hunger too but mostly thirst a yearning for a doorway out of darkness I varnish the iroko gate and doors spray the white dash of the house can’t hear the hum of anything passing by someone empties the septic tank jet-sprays the percolation pipes the gurgling sound is a gurgling sound and no more then silence in the garden I don’t interrupt 6
