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At the Hinges

Poetry & Prose | December 10, 2018

We are almost ready to start closing the windows at night.

This time last year I was breaking my ankles

Until the drywall gave way.

Bits of my room got everywhere, including your teeth.

 

This time last year I was breaking my ankles,

And you couldn’t be bothered to get undressed.

Bits of my room got everywhere, including your teeth.

The morning after this I watched the carpet move like water.

 

You couldn’t be bothered to get undressed

That day we dug a hole under the bed.

The morning after this I watched the carpet move like water.

The water is boiling, now.

 

That day we dug a hole under the bed

Until the drywall gave way.

The water is boiling, now, and

We are almost ready to start closing the windows at night.