In the night space

By | 11 May 2026

Working the sexual assault & domestic violence lines

they ring & in the night space we draw circles
decorate them with an arrow to pierce a heart

we open the space & we wait
whether it’s 20 minutes or 8 seconds
& it’s reliable – they come
anything from very tentative, to a forthright telling

heavier calls overnight – we’re witness to a new kind of sorry in the early hours
we meander fingertips over paper – these old-fashioned lines to trace
begin to wind ourselves away from where each caller has been
that night & deep into an array of pasts

we collect ourselves & recollect
sounding outwards for the plurality of those who need
as they sound inwards for us
& voices together, feel our ways into & out of
the collective wound

silently we breathe out our own fears
soften our voices to soothe the outpaced minds who ring
the anxious unsettled, living in the checkmate of outsider positions

who are we? – whoever we are we stay
our presence dives, lifts to later coalesce
a voice tells us to isolate then reach towards
the fabled camaraderie of other counsellors

the hope hit & miss
as we attempt to navigate the psycho-social labyrinth
fingers try to find a path between
the tangled lattices of cares, fixations, myths & hurts

those of us doing the listening touch fingertips once more
tap tired words to one another across states laws & federal mandates
these are cobwebs that reach & stick

working the lines
in the night space, lonely, intimate
to be just there, to be just with – after abuse
all kinds – its hours & its torn love

afterwards I reach only for the company of trees

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