Land Line



A man is licking my house.
An ordinary man.
Do I need to do something about it.
I will count him.
It is an ordinary house.
I am inside it facing north.
Where stands the white closet.
There are zero men in my closet.
Maybe he is thirsty.
And the house has condensation.
Often I have prayed for a dewy complexion.
I concentrate my wishes in one main area.
In hopes of more effective.
The stars etc.
Maybe he has a problem.
Has an itch.

Heather Christle