Personification of an abandoned house assimilated to the abandoned person who
has been left to inhabit it. Perhaps another for my angels…
This corner is where our days have
piled
I’ve put hairs there which I pulled
out by the follicle
Are you alive? With dust on your
eyes,
I pull open your shirt just to see…
But there is no breathing, there’s
no heart beating
I’d like to see you bleed, but I
have nothing sharp to try
I am an empty house on a Cliffside
in a landslide
and by now…. You’ve sank into the
sky
You froze in the snow fifteen years
ago
Now I slant out the window to watch
you pile up below
Sometimes as the chimney, I spew out
hot air
Lately I’m the bedspread and you are
still up in here
Eating at my skin like a termite
And even my insides wouldn’t satiate
your appetite
I call to you to stop as my bones
groan
“Take your memories, and leave this
hollow home”
Still I have been loved
like a child all of my life
And you have given me nothing mild
Is this the most that we could be?
You left the garden while I waited
on the balcony
But I believe in ghosts with my
faith innermost
Safe and stable, at least they stay
inside
But you are the clouds I cannot own
For that you have no value and I
have no hands to hold
You are above the atmosphere,
If I go looking for you, will you be
there?
(Anywhere? And do I care?? Da de
dumm…)