Saturday, April 21, 2007

I locked the wanting of the door as a soft
fish would in airing the room, found the feeling
of a landscape when persons not there re
arrange it with the goods allotted us
verbs turning to nouns out of habit forewarning
that which says as it absorbs watery filth
restrained by that it was a home for some
who look like ours but are not in thinking ours
nor could laughs mask revelations to the room
in mind refracting "tomorrow burned you
down for us" as though one
had stated its intention to return


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