in an old house
on the floor
that moves
breathing with
the life of its
inhabitants

in an old house
on the floor
that whispers
silent secrets upon
deaf ears

in an old house
on the floor
that sees so much
pain
and the bottoms
of our soles

in an old house
on the floor
where gravity works
a little better
after 90 years of practice

in an old house
on the floor
listen carefully
you can hear the
trains rushing
over their tracks

in an old house
on the floor
I’m surprised
by the sound of
my heart

in an old house
on the ceiling
there’s a stain
where all the life
bleeds out of
my bathtub.