the ribcage of a house                   can never be pulled free from
its backbone

we stay
in our rooms believe               what we’re told

sometimes I reach for you               sometimes your movement

awakens me—
when i close my eyes

is that you walking away                  is that you waiting for ’voice’
after breaking

narrative into…                       see what the house sees…
light-
                                      waves break
to learn a new                        body to carry uncertain
dark into certain

flight
the map of once                     living story

say a word
and mean its depth

say ’myth’ and mean
’no end’