At night
the dissonance hums through the house
the house we bought
with our love and patience
the fretful night with her departure
night ward
and I am closing off
closed off to dominic, to julia,
and sometimes I feel closed off, even to her
and in dawn's canto
I retreat and she returns
enclosed like her cocoon
and I am in such a desultory fashion in the morning
see my Laocoön, all serpented,
and I have become so unappealingly vapid
drill set, makita, hammer hand
and it repeats