There’s the house there’s the way into the house. Hot head blood a difficult decision being responded to. We are hurting men we house and cause great woe. The moss growing by one millimetre every warm year. Harder to tell when you’re away plus I care less too. Inert things proceed no regard for human assent. God will not fail to take such a martyrdom into account. You create a fluid place it inside me leave it there. The dreams mean that we will love one another. Come back though good God I am sick with all sorts.
461 Margeuretta Street appeared in CAROUSEL 36 (2016) — buy it here