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