- Books, Literature, and Writing
packing up the last of the possessions, returning this
archipelago of walls and floors and cupboards and doors
to the new nakedness which we first encountered, with
the natural wear-and-tear of years now firmly attached:
each inhabitant’s markings.
do you remember the bare excitement of empty space?
we rush and burn to fill it up.
i wish just one room
could remain completely
to reflect our own capacity,
our truish open-ness.
we keep marching forward; we keep filling in the blanks --
the next kill-fee is waiting:
© 2014 Michelle Warner