genius loci

By | 1 August 2017

god of wrong-coloured curtains we kept anyway
god of the chlorine-poisoned geckoes and treefrogs
in the filter box god of pale brown spiders that cruise
humid cupboards empty shoes a sleep-warm bed
god of cups exiled to drink up dust
pens that should be thrown out
laundry baskets losing their handles
god of half-closed eyes in photographs
god of the oilslick chests of male wrens
and the jenny wren cowled in brown
god of foxes and feral cats thumbing through scrub
god with the patience of a skink growing back its tail
god of lights left on all night
god of wind that carries off plastic chairs
and elbows through thatches of trees
god that stands behind the locked door and looks out

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