The clothes are unwell 

Note the hinges that close the door 

Knock a wall to its knees 

Move the furniture about 

Stretch the words 

Learn comfort in failure 

Or sign a new lease 

New and cruel windows 

Just one body per life 

A pot of boiled water 

Tipped over linoleum floors 

The older it gets 

The further from woman 

Home is 

Gender too weak 

A word to hold 

The hope we have in it 

Folding under the weight

Of expectation 

I scold it like a child