By | 1 November 2017

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

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