I am an interloper who eavesdrops
on her own dreams. Could be called
repeating myself, could be
that I plagiarize my own
muses. Could be time
to take this industry beyond
these interior walls. Who owns
the rest will follow.
eavesdrop
Atrium
A raised voice demands
she eavesdrop. She who doesn’t deal
with ice dams.
Just because she rents doesn’t mean
she has a rented life. Owner, author,
anonymous, and all
other echoes—turn up the volume.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 