well aren't you lucky, you fools in love
to be so naked in the middle of winter
and yet be the warmest of us all

there is something about a duplex which says

a house can be one and still be divided

everything an effort to be able to reach out

who’s story sits in the corner-most room

the flickering light that will not be fixed

the cobwebs beneath chairs and behind beds

who gets the mattress when two sharing a room fight

who gets the AC, who gets the pillow, and how

there is something about a duplex

and the terror of stairs- from underneath the fear

of a horror movie, a face staring from between the gap,

from the upper floor the coming to life of a

family drama you did not want to watch

there is something about concrete and two floors

that still cannot shield children from the shouts

and cries, everything becomes quieter, the voices

become clearer; the horror of stairs where you sit

listening closely to the swords of words

a battlefield, your childhood the collateral damage

to a burning family; listening closely

to the beating of your own heart

there is something about a duplex

there is something about noises

there is something about stairs

that makes the soul go numb

the patterns of well-rehearsed fingertips
hands remembering rhythms of the body
like the beat of a song you’ve heard every day;
who said a game for two (or a few)
can’t be played by one?

the witch hunt alone

in all godly hours

she mutter spell under breath

jibber jabber to world

it is she who fell the rain
it is she who drown the land

it is she who travel the air

it is she shake the earth

it is she the wild hair

stay unchained in wind

it is she the laugh

reach ear at night

it is she burn in rising flame

it is she who never die

it is she in café-bar

it is she who get drink

it is she in library behind book

it is she who get the wink

it is she echo in hollow monument

it is she fly in bird wing

it is she who serve food

with little long witchy hand

it is she who give comfort

with jibber jabber spell

it is she whose breast you suckle

it is she whose vagina you lend

it is she whose milk you drink

it is she whose blood you born.