sound proof

i pour another glass of wine
guided
by nothing more
than the porch light leaking through
the bars
on the kitchen window.

everything is quiet
right now.

everything sounds like
the blue light peaking out the window
from the top story
across the alley,

and if the train heading towards forest park wants to be heard,
someone else must be listening
nearer
farther stops down the line.

lauren is sleeping
in a room
about 20 steps away.
i count the steps
in my head like wood planks
leading
to a beach.

and besides this silence
and the sound of wine
pissing
into a glass cup,
this is my only comfort.