A house she built,
nested inside
the one they bought.
It’s been long in its building,
with slow accretions
wrung from unshed tears.
A desperation. A resignation.
It has gift boxes, unwanted.
Empty bowls and jars
on brazen display,
meant to catch a beautiful rain
that never came.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
