After I make my home dark
I wander through the few
quiet rooms and let
the bright blinking eyes
of the continuing electricity
take me in. The modem, forever
streaming its signals in and back
out again to the air of the
living room, flashes the language of
its six green indicators
into the dim, and I’m not
untouched. By the door,
the alarm pad keeps its emerald
beacon of earnest defense
burning on, and I’m not