PREVIOUS TENANTS
Uninvited, Guessed
Trespassing headlights scan the ceiling
first botched and
languid, linger
little brighter swells surging yet
at last the last vestige faster
and faster and then slightly backwards
come back words so
fast her mind flashes imagined disasters
imagines she'll lack words, but
they're there in their there and that's where
you will find them
like sifting through litter for littler cat turds
less and less
heart flights pan the sealing
another moment, another fate
off-
plumb in the dark between chipped paint and plaster
to see with no eyes while asleep is fictionless
One more night spent wondering if she has
got words?