The headphones have sat at eleven out of sixteen for a year.
Tonight they went to fourteen, then to the top,
and the argument through the back bedroom wall was still audible
under somebody else's drums at a volume that will cost me later.

It was not audible. I want to be accurate about this.
It finished four hours ago and it is seven miles from here.
I brought it in myself, in the bag, on top of the shoes.

The Book of the Ghost — Wall 37:2