First House
March 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
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slowly the leafy green stem round budlike flower I thought
to choose to build under the shade of it
in the cup of branches
the house safe fort
all by myself and the kitchen door
alone on its twig in the holly shade
to build
I get a blanket
I get a cup
I get a dish and a book and away
the white budding popping here and there
waking up after my day
to find my house had changed itself
along in its flesh and deep wherever it was
and I stood
and I knelt
and I looked
it was the cackling crisp wasp worm
pasted with eggs
and arched
and reared
and waved
at me
and screamed and one of us screamed
from the archives: 4.15.00
a night kitchen 
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