a liar

undulation told in the bathroom
a liar. house settles between
finished and tall, and tall and
unfinished. the first howlings
of the year. bathroom shudders
a drip tap told me. to fear is
a fiber thing. houses are really
large woodwind instruments we
chose to live in. unfinished shows
us this in gale force, a low calm
pitch, resonating a window. left
open. fear is a fiber thing. as is
the rolling bucket. the slow sliding
then the silence. a little gasp.
undulation told the curtains it
was a liar. closed the doors. made
a little room, of stillness. sat. drank.
washed it’s bleeding teeth.
folded dirty clothes. ate a cake of soap.
undulated. said i was a lair. unfinished
house next door sings like a flute
i wonder if it confuses the bats and their
precious
little
echos.
whether it sounds like their mother.
and they begin to roost in her chest chamber.

a liar

Some say that

some say that:

there was a tangle of wooden limbs that moved about in\\

\\disharmonious swing and throng, but then became…

more soft

some say that:

…it is a story about adoption\\humanity\\otherness\\assimilation\\de-radicalisation

some say that:

the blue fairy,,, is ideology, ,  , the blue fairy…is?

some say that:

…it came from the jack saw like a Frankenstein\\but wanted to stand alone without strings

some say that:

there was. a good reason it was made to \\be!

a bad liar

Some say that