crater of a cradle
burn't out case
rot books on vapor shelves
a third world dust to breath your headaches,
make tremble the Hallway
make waver the light.
Fills you like sinus-
A history to wrap you
leatherbound. to
blend you with the trim
andbanister. to
walk you upstairs on his
fiftiethbirthday. spent
alonewithoutaletter. to
Dance you over boxes
longopened in the attic shining with maternity
Taught passions in the cracks of the structure- years before in a frenzy.
he careened her. and spent a year at her door. Running his hand down the trim.
He'd burn matches in the sink and line them up like bars. To
rub your feet sitting on the toilet
in his favorite bathroom. While
he makes the rice tomato
soup he made. head tremble-
mumblerubbing life and blood and
oxygen into those hardened feet.
Dead skin loosening beneath his nail.
peeling a layer, a layer
another.
Peel the tremble away
peel the skin
pink beneath
make breath the flesh.
make new the shape.
Make raw the touch,
to feel the floor upinside the
arch. too aware. Make the
wood rise up inside like
snake of vines
That seeks solace in your
brainstem. Fills you like cancer this
house will
fill you like funnel-make
tremor your fingers. Make
worry your palms. Shake
stalks uncorrupted- young
arms made aged as it
fills you like splinter.
While you touch him,
leatherbound in a chair.
He, lips peeled like fish tin,
Fingers curled S
like a tree questions. Medusa palms
whose snakes have turned snowy
in the stale of the chair.
Master of his own ecosystem-
The meticulous melt.
This place, a life left to
The elements. wonder
How much dust could we pour
from his
eyes. Saltfalls, thick-
anxiousfaucets. tilt
his head forward, and
make gorges of his
trunk-thighs-arms
a dunescape, waiting for trees.
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