If this mugginess thickened a bit wecould swim mid-air; an easy backstroketo the grocery store, float the bags home,
raft up at Home Hardware. keeps ahold, Sweet,
of that packet of screws unless you're very
deft at pearl diving. bright. world's dried, but oak's
fallen, pitched like a room, like heat stroke.
front yard trees should not play dead. bad, bad tree.
see the cement, its cracks like eyelashes,wept seepage. whose failure, cure? rainits run from its drip to its drip bargainsbetween washout and damp, mould. the hushesof failure brushes our teeth with us, roots
in our gums, takes over our smiles, fails. mute.
What is the sum of 6 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.