I am in a dream full of romance.

A Young war hero arrives home with
A broken spine and he says
He wants me
And a broken house
With a crooked chimney
And a red door.

I warn him, quietly.
I tell him that my door is green
And that when I open it
The wind will always blow it shut again.

He hands me a can of paint
And he kisses me on my lips.

I live in a broken house
With walls full of bones
behind a red rusted door.
I do not use my door.
Only thieves use red doors
And I use the skylight
Sometimes,
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                    I wish I were still too stubborn to be lonely.

A man knocks on my rusty red door
And I yell at him through a broken window.
He has a boat,
And this sea captain takes me on his ship
Under heavy woven sails.
He names me first mate
But keeps me in the kitchen
Until we start taking on water
And I push him off the stern
And sink the boat myself.