11:25p

Night is undoing,
the
unclasp
untie
unbutton
and I pluck bobby pins and stars from my hair like seeds to sow
across the carpeted floor of my bedroom

I roll the pads of my fingers across a rat scratch on my neck
for a moment pause and
listen to that traffic you could only not quite mistake for the sound of the tide

Thinking about the nights I walked
in the comfort of the darkness
(and how close it is).
but ask
who is out driving now,
who is out walking now?