ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
BELIEVING IN A HIDDEN ENEMY
I went up the stairs in the dark.
I was trying for the one door
that opens outward.
That sharp noise outside--
it could be anything
I am ashamed of.
The world has become
a closed circle I can set
on my finger, and when I scratch
its ridges a voice springs out
of the quiet with names
and praise and condemnation.
It is a dark place I live in
and I like it. Who would
you be, downstairs in
my living room, and why
do you not stumble? It is
a dark place, and you don't stumble.