Louissa Leal

night. the garden. blackbirds in the plum tree
chant, throw shadows against the walls.
in her house, she works out the sounds.
the washing machine sighs in circles. the floor,
wheezes and so close
the strip of light under the door, flickering.
something moves across the landing.
Q. what are you most afraid of?
A. being alone in the house
when it’s dark. she contemplates open curtains 
on morning light.