matter of urgency
i’m constructing a matchstick house, tricky
work balancing sticks which might take me with
them at a single twitch, when i should be
polishing windows. but i don’t want you
to see me. i put two-way mirrors in
their place; turned the path to ankle-snapping
cobbles, traded my mouth for drapes and stapled
them shut. it’s slapdash but pure-intentioned.
i won’t let it out. if i say it i’ll
wear it. i’ll take it apart and prod at
its insides and put it back together
again. i won’t let it out of my sight.
i’d sooner set my matchstick home alight.
the silence holds all we need to say.
