I
didn't fall in love with you
I
walked down to it
more
a question of choice
and
is that what love is?
this'll
do?
I'll
figure out the details later
we'll
make us another time
walked
right down the stairs
wooden
steps
in
an all-stone castle
we
inherited
on
an oft-flooded low lying
swampland
what
a ridiculous place for a palace
no
need for a moat
in
a marsh
but
the basement looked alright
in
the arid late summer
so
I decided to move
some
furniture in
and
turned right around
and
torched the wood of those stairs
all
the time thinking
stop
stop stop
what
are you doing?
watching
myself
banging
on the inside of my own head
stop
stop stop
it
didn't take long
for
us to get hungry
in
the
basement
cellar
dungeon
pit
no
not long at all
to
feel the emptiness in our
two
stomachs
basements
cellars
dungeons
pits
that
kind of hunger
can
be almost
exciting
in
the crackle of fall
nothing
to eat but one another
but
soon it's the
dead
white hush
and
you're gnawing the furniture
guarding
your chair legs
suspicion
in your eyes
drool
on your chins
like
murderers in prison
and
in the spring
the
melt comes
the
rains start
and
I pray I can remember
how
to swim
up
and out
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