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
Croque-Melpomene 