The night does not come to my house
instead, it’s more like a burnt twilight
dogs howl, sirens roar, trains clank
There is no night here.

The stars do not shine over my house.
The clouds hang low like a curtain in the sky.
Only the lights of the sleepy travelers soar
to their distant destinations.
There are no starts here

The peace does not come to my house.
My dogs fight over precious blankets
and sleeping space.
The T.V. screams over housewives fighting on screen.
My parents fight over grammatical
errors on my mother’s director’s treatment.
There is no peace here.

Shut my door and draw my curtains.
My night is here.
The plastic stars on my ceiling show me the
Little Dipper and Orion’s Belt.
My stars are here.
I turn my Ipod on low.
My peace is here
This is my night and that’s all I need.