Things Unso
If the wind takes the house
it will be someone else’s
soon enough, and they too
will find it cold. What breaks
breaks open. After a house
one finds oneself in a wood,
and after too long in a wood
one finds oneself sullen
in heaven. Someone else lies
in my bed now so I can’t
sleep any better than they do.
To be lost is to be connected
interminably.
When they turn in my bed
the whole house turns, and I
turn, and the wind is emptied
through my own and theirs
and through a common door
to some place I do not know.
If things fall far enough apart,
they are all equally gone.
Seth Abramson
