Your house
Your house when you are gone
goes back to bed
tucks its walls carefully under its feet
sleeps in
undisturbed and warm
has toothpicks lying in the carpet.
Coats of late-July sun paint the kitchen and back garden
smells of cigarette butts
wants you back
Potted plants and slug-bitten herbs
wait for their daddy with upturned leaves
crave to suckle with amnesiatic expectancy
your bathtowels and shirts, [...]
