Tonight This House Speaks . Tonight this house speaks to me through the creaking in the cupboards and the refrigerator's humming. Believe me, when this house shakes under my feet it isn't because of the train. There's something in the basement. I don't know what, I've never been there, I'm afraid of the empty room that leads to it.
Tonight I'm a hearing machine. Beer bottles are crashing in the dusty corners. Even the spiders are hesitant. The crack in the ceiling is a fissure in the brain for all I know, this kidney ache might be a sign of rusty pipes, the cricket's clicking has been the song of my ventricles all these years.
Thank God the water goes on at 2. Then I sleep while the plum tree drinks on, a water full of sounds.