when we’re in the
wreck room
(playing house)
and though we run
for a portal—
it’s sticks!
foregoing
door jamb
–when a gale breaks the glass—
(house)
and opting for
the sudden wind-OW
(Toto, too, roofing all over the house like mad)
we make our escape
onto the balcony,
not a shingle second too soon
(so we thought)
until the storm
terr-ace
a new
alcove…
©Karen Robiscoe
December 10, 2014 






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