<p>my mother wrote poems on a green toilet door all the secrets buried in the halls of her chest stories hidden in walls and drawers and floors in a place no one looked, her words would pour black ink on green paint, a place to confess my mother wrote poems on a green toilet door […]</p>
my mother wrote poems
on a green toilet door
all the secrets buried in the halls of
her chest
stories hidden
in walls
and drawers and floors
in a place
no one looked, her words would
pour
black ink on green paint, a place
to confess
my mother wrote poems on a green toilet door
on their street was a house
– the shadow next door
teaching Sunday
school lessons for girls to undress
stories hidden in walls and
drawers and floors
her father a man, a man of war
with badges and medals
strapped
to his breast
my mother wrote poems on a green
toilet door
her father a wolf, a great wolf
of war
three daughters noone
thought to protect
stories hidden
in walls and drawers and
floors
wolves hunt
humans
– children most of all
the house
as dark as a crowfeathered
nest
my mother wrote
poems
on a green toilet
door
stories hidden in walls and doors and floors