Saturday, May 16, 2015

The house of sure things

I built it around myself.
High walls,
heaped imperfections,
bruised knees

and clay.
They tell me you can
count on nobody
these days.

There can't be
such thing as
trust in the invisible,
they say.

I care very little about many things.
I have to.
I inhabit a dream
with my own name.


  1. Sometimes we spend so much time caring for others that we forget about ourselves. You capture the vulnerability of a trusting human being, one who must construct a retreat for the sake of self-preservation. I can relate to these words very well.

  2. I no longer dream. ~