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Nobody's home

I am fighting to evict someone from a house in my head.

The lease is with a guest long vanished, but the house’s contents remain intact.

Inside lights have been dark for a year.

Snow on steps is free of footmarks. Rain overflows leaf-clogged eaves.

Newspapers flap against porch railings like trapped birds. Mail overflows the box.

This will happen:

Sun will bleach siding, exposing its grain, and it will gnarl in rain.

The roof will leak, warping floors.

Pipes will burst. The furnace will die.

The foundation will crumble; the house will list and fall. Rubble will tumble into the cellar, hidden by weeds and thriving vines.

This I will say:

The house was mine, but the tenant ruined it.



( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 8th, 2017 12:28 am (UTC)
Even once they're gone, the house is never the same again.
Feb. 8th, 2017 12:39 am (UTC)
As you well know.
Feb. 9th, 2017 02:41 am (UTC)
Really interesting, an abundance of visuals, and I love the format.
Feb. 9th, 2017 04:51 am (UTC)
Thanks, Jamie. I need to spend more time over here and less time on Facebook—maybe even none. I'm a writer—or at least I'm trying to be one—and FB isn't getting me there. Plus, my OCD compels me to read everything my FB friends post and to respond to the people who regularly respond to my posts. It's all too much.
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:36 pm (UTC)
I feel just the same way about FB. I only keep it so that I can still contact certain excellent people whom I only know from there, and also to get news of musicians/artists/&c that I like. Overall, however, it feels like homework, and I'm too old for homework. ;-)
Feb. 14th, 2017 03:31 pm (UTC)
I think Peter Hammill may be living in that same neighbourhood:

Feb. 15th, 2017 12:58 pm (UTC)
I keep reading and reading this poem. Brilliant.
Patrick Vecchio
Feb. 15th, 2017 05:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Sam! I never know what's going to pop out of my brain anymore.
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