1.31.2008

Midnight Postscript (an excerpt from the poem by Franz Wright, from his book ILL LIT)

How I love the night.

It should always be
night, and the living with their TVs,
vacuum cleaners
and giggling inanities silenced.

. . .

from now on I have entered
and live in our unspoken words.

And the space I took up in the world scarlessly closes like water.

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