Aprl 30 — Leave (End)
1 min readMay 1, 2020
8 years ago in July
I, myself at first, moved
All our worth and “worth”
Into a quirky one bedroom
On ridge in Roxborough.
It was the first one we saw,
And houses can be deceitful.
Why the walls were painted
Blurple, orange, red, and white,
But rather than turn noses up
Or talk through our chin we
Talked it over ten minutes and
Said “we’re in”The medicine cabinet fell while
We were in our room (doing the
Things we do when no one else
Is around, and also when we’re
Comfortable and naked in our room)
Our armamentarium tossed all
Over the floor of the bathroom.
“How — ” later that night you
Dropped a glass, and like some
Cristal baschet, it sounded shatteringly
Beautiful.The walls are caving in, when drywall
Seems to have a dampened crumble
To it. We don’t touch it because we don’t
Know what will happen if we do. Do you
Understand the overhang where I asked
For the rest of everything we are to be
Together has a Robin’s nest, and still
The drainage is bad. I made a pepper
Steak, with honey-soy; tuxedo sesame
Seeds. The Pyrex bowl self-detonated
And send pieces of it’s pieces into everything
Around it, and all in sizes tiny, like sand,
Leaving everything inedible, and dangerous.
Leaving everything.The stalks in this potato bag are wholly
Overgrown. We’ve kept ourselves too longI
nside this plastic bag, we heave because
We know this is the end, and as the lid
Closes we leave.
