Audience
We couldn’t stop talking when we met, could only shut
each other up with bed, the narrow tank making us soundless
as fish or astronauts, but the next morning all our good work
was undone, there was more to say. The next silence
was when we saw somebody fall, and the screech of cars
seemed to spin in rings away from what our ears could hear.
Afterwards, though, we screamed, and then talked more.
Each happening, for us, the hush of tragedy before the curtain
falls, before the rage of clapping starts, affirming, yes, yes,
but we are between the silences, we are together now, still talking.
