I let you make
a home of me
but you never paid
the rent
the lights were
always flickering
in our house of
discontent
why you signed…

score the knife against the stone,
she said.

I would.

we are all just star maps, she said.
playing follow the leader.

drawing lines…

oh useless fountain
despite the pennies I tossed
no wish ever came

the righteous

physical self is born
pride, later
all a universe within