unfriended by the walls

it began when a door
required readjusting

swollen
down below
sticking to the floorboards

a physical thing
for intervention
or perhaps
a carpenter to talk to

someone
who understood

the windows’ problems
were more clearly
psychological

transparently neurotic
but still a form
of psychic discomfort

one by one
the foundation pieces
moved out
and then moved on

the outer walls
were tired
a vacation might refresh

perhaps
a painting weekend
somewhere
with a palette
of brighter shades

the kitchen
and the bedrooms
felt they could not bear
to hold up
when they’d been left
teetering
without support

~

fallen to the ground
de-shingled
and disheveled
unfriended and alone

the roof
is contemplating
entering a relationship
with a basement
that is little more
than a hole


© Frank Prem, 2017

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