Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Inside

Things are bigger on the inside
When tables, wall paper and La-Z-Boys cohere
Into the shape of rooms.

When God picked up this house
I saw it could never have fit
On the lifeless dirt and broken Coke bottles beneath.

I remember a ghost house
That I lived in, eating spirit food
Cooked on kitchen apparitions.

Now the incoherent surface of the moon
With moon ash, moon rocks, and moon-scorched microwaves,
Is all I can see.

Later, when even the ash is gone, I will wonder how
The humongous haunted house ever fit within the chain-links.
Things are bigger on the inside.

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