Sunday, February 22, 2015


There is a rattling noise.
This is where I should
end.  Things like furniture
get moved around over-

head.  It is the routine.
We get used to hearing
it (feeling it).  Like the
pile driving that goes

on and on in the block
next door and shakes
all of the hanging lights
and jiggles all of the

computer monitors
on the 33rd floor.