from THE IDEOGRAMS by matthew rohrer >

I hear my baby crying.
Even when he’s not crying.
I hear steamships.
I hear phantoms.
The baby is not crying anymore.
All of my love rushes outwards to fill
the empty city. Rush. Rushes out of my ears.
Do you hear that? she says.
It sounds like a boxer punching a horse
through the top half of a barn door.