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Jennifer Faylor<br />
Morse Code<br />
The first night I attempt sleep without her<br />
in our bed, the world's noise becomes Morse Code.<br />
Ants tap her name across the dark linoleum,<br />
and boots clunk through ceiling tiles––<br />
they stamp out the word goodbye.<br />
After midnight, crickets gather<br />
in the sweetgum tree outside.<br />
For hours they sing the lyrics<br />
of things I should have said to her.<br />
The express bus brings the graveyard shift<br />
home to their wives, and the engine sputters<br />
the words she would have mumbled in her sleep.<br />
I even hear apples drop in the cold rain<br />
all the way upstate.<br />
Their red noise spells out my love,<br />
but I know the fruit will only roll and rot<br />
in the distant corners of the field.<br />
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