Following this noise My wife chews on a crunchy cookie as she breathes through her nose next to me. Our child turns a page in her journal and sniffs on the futon in the studio, headphones playing music we cannot hear. Our two friends —brothers— on the couch and in the child’s borrowed bed, both snore softly. Traffic in the six lanes out front swishes and shushes in the rain and occasionally clump-umps on a loose manhole cover. The washing machine and a jet overhead in the night scream descendingly in a soft duet. Our new neighbors, still settling in, move about upstairs, unsettling nothing, while I lie here about it all on such a quiet night. Keepin' the "Po" in NaPoWriMo....
NaPoWriMo/NaPoREADMo #10 — Following this noise
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