My family sleeps, well
almost. Abdellah’s awake, sniffling
in the room he shares with
his brother. I make coffee
silently in the kitchen,
now my own thief,
cleaning coffee *** turning
on stove stealthily
so as not to let him hear.
It’s not that I don’t want him
I do
but I steal silence, and
covet solitude
more.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
My family sleeps, well
almost. Abdellah’s awake, sniffling
in the room he shares with
his brother. I make coffee
silently in the kitchen,
now my own thief,
cleaning coffee *** turning
on stove stealthily
so as not to let him hear.
It’s not that I don’t want him
I do
but I steal silence, and
covet solitude
more.
