I fear nothing more
than this tired aching worm-wrought floor
It sags when you weight the boards

on parchment two-by-fours

I can

suspend
all animation


In and all around me
so nothing moves around me


I want nothing less
than this tired achy cold conquest
It chills like a cold compress

Put pressure on this mess

I'd lock

you up
if the parts weren't frozen


In and all around me
so nothing moves around me


All our homes rot