When I can’t find the floor inside my head
A floorless room becomes a vapor
Soil so hollow, where is my bed?
Vacant palm, holds time to taper.
There is no moon, no fallen birch
The tide is come and chills the halls
What once was eave is now perch
Bubbling bare, behind the walls…
Fog cranes her neck and parts her lips
I draw the covers to my chin
Wallpaper begins to bow in strips
Sea foam, so long, the tide is in
Thunder breaks across my brow
My eyes swallow what space is left
Her face is mine, and she is now
Twisted loan, stretched air–bereft
How comes it so– we are the same?
Her eyes lay flat as lead
Her hatchet grin, my breath to claim–
Pours flour through my sieve instead
Powder dear, powder vast
The house’s hand is folded
Repose is come an avalanche
One corpse is lain where two were molded.
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