Weak-ends

I walked a widow’s walk

>without rite<

to the addict…

Spent time there among

the odd ends…

(webs veiling my crown)

negotiated

welling

stares

to

hole up

in the basement–

–where rats ran amok.

(and mice cursed)

the end of the line

.

for dumb waiters,

ladders & chutes,

and dirty tatting, too.