The House

All those things are pretty much

where you left them

the vase, the bible,

the animal porn

save when there's a flutter

inside me

and the house seems to rock

and shriek

like in a quake

and the earth seems to curve away

from a house haunted.

it's a sad end

when the soil doesn't want it

I alone in the house

sometimes lucid

and suspicious

at others craving

and delirious

in your wake

and then

I take out