Coos

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I can’t speak 
for silence for 
she has her 
very own voice 
the kettles blurble 
the faucets swoosh
the moan of
floors begging me 
lay off cookies 
these little whispers
I haven’t heard 
before being busy
but now silence 
is my lover 
and in this 
she lovingly coos