Saturday, November 20, 2010

St. Felix of Valois

you build a thousand little houses

and I found myself alive

in all of them.

passing from one door

into the other, they felt like

chambers of the heart.

the blue dinnerplates

were lined up so neatly

on the shelves, while tissues

poked out of their boxes

at just the right angles.

the glass of water waiting

on the nightstand for me

was deeper than I ever imagined.

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