Does Your House Have Windows?

70’s preachers snorted ketamine in the House
of God. Drank gin, fucked, went to bed in the house.

In Thonotosassa, a little boy is eating sugar
out of a coffee filter. There is no bread in the house.

Cicadas sculpt their own busts onto oaks, fly
into our kitchens; inspiration found dead in the house.

Hunting dogs should be kept outside, kept close
to the hog carcass. The alpha can be fed in the house.

Nature unzipped Elle, she ran from school, clutched
her newness– her still-ripe self– and bled in the house.

My father died in his bedroom and left me good
intent: asbestos, paregoric, a bucket of lead in the house.