Friday, January 21, 2005

poem : perimeter


the house is eating itself

each time I return
another piece is gone

not necessarily smaller
but with less muscle,
the skin outside, its paneling,
bloating around the frame:
a form of protection
against the cold coming in

and the doors may as well be unlocked
the windows were blown out weeks ago

no time for evaluating bruises
this is a place of struggle

evaluations need language
and there no tongues here

No comments: