I’d rather live in a glass house
than an A Frame,
as it ‘pears amid
all that construct
–insomnia, libido, and famine run rampant!
(rampant–not rampart)
Furthermore…
I have broken the safety rafter
(the foundational stud)
bouncing as hard I did,
from it
to the rafter
I loved,
having long since
lost hold on
the actuality of self
–I fell—
(faster than a’steam
room)
growing mold
&
seeking stasis…
Karen Robiscoe
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