unfriended by the walls

it began when a door
required readjusting

down below
sticking to the floorboards

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

who understood

the windows’ problems
were more clearly

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

a painting weekend
with a palette
of brighter shades

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


fallen to the ground
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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