Things My Body Only Knows

Sit on my sill

dim and heavy
where vines sip thick mist.

lamp lights on the sunken road
lift lamented souls 

who yowl to pot holes
for their cavernous stutter
on the muddy path.

I cannot help but cry.

See my insides flutter,
feel my veins
whisper tunnels to my organs
and listen as my own descant
echoes and awakens
the swollen night.
 

e. chayes