thalassophobia | transgenerational poetry

what are you doing here

I’ve come to see

I’ve known that something was there

not a word

seen it in your body

furniture taking on your shape

the house you built

the house we killed

the walls hold on to every memory

I understand

I understand

yes, you really do, don’t you

the sky’s dirt weighs on this roof

waters from all times merge

I sit on a wall with your death

I took a sandwich and felt like a thief in my own house

the meat within

I stared at it

pecked at it

you understand, do you

you do

get her inside the house now

you’re full

there’s no space left within you

this house has never been empty

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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