there is work to do, a tear in the drapery.
if there is sun on the other side, and the animals that appear.
H. might alert a stampede, he might sit and drill holes in the frozen lake.
H. watched I didn’t leave, and so walk circles near the window.
notice things moving in the grass below, notice the grass below is moving.
where the whistling originates, a wind tunnel, or:
the slippery tide in the hallways,
,,.one got loose in the drawing room, I follow
the fingers that brush my cheek,
Vera’s laughter, hasten in bolting the shutters.
there was one morning, H. watched the dog shivering in the corner,
a city park that is close by has flooded, H. watched damp birds in the window.
I dream that the house has been haunted, wake to find colors above my bed
inside of a sweet thrill, V. snaps her fingers and dances in a surrounding room.