Friday, August 12, 2022

The Changeling Home

that amoeboid house
absorbing failed desire consuming whims
freely trading walls for extensions then
areas enclosed for resource hoarding

reached full form in social fits
barely surviving its architect’s death
burst insides and faulty wires
ornamented with rusting butterflies

ending small and flat and dark
succumbs to its wild environs
and transforms again

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