kitchen counter still
in the center of night
formica plain, carrier of ware
we sleep not
to the green glow of Mr. Coffee’s eye
or the metronomic lullaby of the tap
refrigerator belly growls
furnace exhalations through tin wind pipes
these mechanisms are removed
from the blood and pump and pictures
of our sleep
but the house lives too--
not just we and you
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