The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for February 2010
the house is
alive
when i was
young in
another house
i
felt it
looking
back at me
through
the
mirrors
it
was
out to get
me to frighten
me to
death
[i
cried
to
my
mother]
today
in another
house
i know
is
like life
itself
indifferent
to me and
to living
with or
without
me in
it
and
i fear it
even more