Sunday, November 17, 2013

Pop-up Book

The rooms of the house
faded and folded flat
ready to spring back up
when you crack the spine

I tape over the windows
Staple the doors shut
Erase the doorknobs
Scribble over the locks

You will not evict me.
I will remain between the sheets,
a bookmark holding the place
where you stopped reading

1 comment:

  1. Coming back to read this again. It's brilliant, I love it.