In The Day Of Night
 
we were young and obedient, my sisters and I.
we did as we were told from the moment we opened
our eyes until the moment we shut them again at night.
 
The only opportunity we had for misbehaving
was in our dreams.  There is solace in a night sky
as it grows darker with age.
 
stars should be made to suffer for offering even
a slender shred of light.  
 
we were ghosts, my sisters and I.
we haunted the bedroom of our parents.
we wriggled doorknobs and tapped on windows.
we hissed wind through our teeth.
 
if our mother turned to hear us in her sleep,
we grew hushed.  and as the first light of morning
crept over the ledge, we rushed into bed
where our young bones could marrow their laughter.