In the House Poem

In the House Poem By Stephen Dunn

I am attracted by the dust
and silence of an upper shelf,
the strange air
that causes linoleum
to bulge in the cellar.
I know the walls come to hug
like grizzlies
if you stare at them too long,
and the kitchen knife
wants to be held.
I sense the aromas of sex,
the delicate, stale drift
of arguments and spite
no amount of cleaning will solve.
I know when love goes,
it slips through all insulation,
forgets your name,
becomes sky.

In the House Poem

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