Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Listening Ode

by Jose Araguz

 

Those few nights before I found

a different place to live

I would stay out past midnight

to avoid running

into her

*

 Into the dark

I made my way

to a place on the floor

where I could close

my eyes

 *

 

Behind closed eyes

I would hear her

fight with me

ask me why

stringing out my name

 *

 

My name became the air

a song of doubt hurt anger

ideas I tried

to break from

sleeping on the floor

 *

On the floor we had shared

I listened as would a shell

washed up on the beach

its ear open to the water

talking to itself