Of Avarice and Anonymity
Something without name has invaded my body tonight
Some feral creature is raging in my bones…
Consumer of Ages
D e v o u r e r
those who behold her
I will not be remembered for these broken things
Something has invaded my body today
These wilted lilies, these tarnished copper pots
No one crawls through these halls anymore
No small feet tread on worn chenille rugs
I have curled in spring-laden armchairs
Ignoring the musts for musty fabric
I have scoured books and not pans
And still you bade me search…
Some wretched woman is clawing to get out…
I rush upon that secret gate
Fling wide those rusted hinges
I’m looking for someone
Have you seen her?
Has she been singing in your garden?
Lavender sprigs rise at my feet
Wind whips my unshielded eyes
. . .
Have you eaten, dear child?
Is your soul full?
I am home.