Dirt under my nails

Remember the time we left your scab on the

Back porch to dry? The time when ants invaded

The space we collected between the dirt and dust.

When the children with no eyes, are able to see.

Where do their parents go to die? When you

Empty out your house where do all your secrets

Go? Do they seep deep down into the wallpaper?

Where nobody goes, no one can see. What

Happens to the soul of this house once the paint

Chips and you don’t mow the lawn?