Jun 17, 2008

The Second Night

Written by Christina Davis

Read by Brandon Shimoda

In the past, I’m told, men pushed their heavy furnishings
to the walls each night,
the cavernous middles swept of belonging
that they might not stumble.

Because there was given to each a second night
to emerge from the first
cocoon of sleep and speak in ways
the day impeded.

I am clearing out the rooms
between our sleeps
that we may sit in our second night
and say those things as cannot
come later.