Jeltje Fanoy #45 moonlight

thru th cracks,
the gaps
from underneath
th floorboards, listen


at the backdoor, listen,
your bed is made
from dry leaves, soft
remnants
lying around in th yard


plenty of
loudhailers,
no matter how much
amplification,
they want more, they
want it all, their engines
left running out th front


no going
it alone, they say


are you still awake,
or, out th back,
already asleep in
whatever can be made