Not failed--attempts at beauty or stating--they are unique, answers to the particular questions. How can I fit my own--waiting--
family into my genitals? How hard can I live on the land allotted? And how to emulate the look of some elsewhere?How to be of? What can't I afford now?
Or ever. Grace in the form of front lawns,
stucco sophisticate, all these arrangedand glittering bits of glass. I am wrong?
Connoisseurs prefer the sleek and strange,
not the reflective surface, the wood that reminds--before its felling--of wood. Once more--the renovated, the revealing--this time further east; this time with feeling.
What is the sum of 11 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.