a quick burst that flies out

through the room

just a slight

ruffling

of your dress, your hair
so quick you’re not sure

what it was

you look up, look

around, but it’s still

he’s still, the window’s

closed off

it’s nothing

you must have imagined it
later,

it builds up, a gust

to a buffet

later,

he changes

form

shaking the door

rattling pictures
the after

shocks

knocking over books

breaking your coffee cup
you can feel it

in your bones

but it’s over so fast
he says you’re just

too sensitive
he says

you’re a lot of things

and you think it’s just

you
until one day

the earth slides beneath you

walls tilt inward

plaster begins to crack

and open in deep rents

chunks of wall barely miss your eye

as fronts slide away
you’d try hiding under the table

but it’s in pieces

too