a wooden house
i love a wooden house but also all the concrete my father laid in his lifetime and the way this artist appropriated his craft and turned it into something uglier something less true but just as real as a garage full of wood and ladders and paint i love a wooden house but i also love a brick apartment building where my friends used to live and its parking lot where we pretended to smoke and then actually smoked i love a wooden house but i also love a computer and the world's women build and digital galleries and little notes app poems that are visceral and hot and tell me so little i love a wooden house but i also love a rotting one thats been abandoned and someone's life was left inside there are old photos no one will ever find i love a wooden house but i also love a tree that giggles when we’re extra loud and extra shaky i love a wooden house that sways when it storms and creaks when ghosts move about and bakes me when the sun comes in and there's no one around to hear us
“a wooden house” is the first poem from part VII of my second poetry collection, Ghost Touch. If you’d like to support my writing further, you can grab a copy here!