19/30 What Your House Tells You
on a bottle of Merlot
perched on a wine rack.
And you put your ear
to a brick wall
hugging your living room.
It offers you words like: homey,
and bake. You lounge
in front of the fire.
and you hear the washing machine.
Words tumble out of your head,
words like: starved and missing.
The pit of your stomach is empty.
You nestle in pillows
flick through a girly magazine,
the universe is yours
in all its joy and hopelessness.