nowhere
is the new house
where my feelings reside
I don't want to write
of this other
joker
and I don't
need to
let you know
how fire
turned into
mind business
the moment I knew
that these dreams
of ours
were beautiful posters
to be sold
cheap
to unwilling arms.
Erika Conti
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2012-20/
