Poem 399

Uncomfortable … thinking about it I doubt my assumption was correct … but perhaps that’s not relevant to the poem … the houses of straw and sticks were the ones blown over by the wolf in The Three Little Pigs …

Straw And Sticks

Rape looks in my windows
rape I've always run from

it was you wasn't it
it must have been
it's a small street and how many women your age
live in it?
friends say when they call
you're never home

I don't call because what
would I say to you
what do I say to logic so gruesome
it must be true
that said to you with such economy
   this is how things are
   and this is how things are
   and this is how things are

I'm afraid you'll ask me to share the revelation
learnt in your own bedroom
in your own bed
                                  none
of us can afford that

but listen 
                   I'm having a party
in the house of sticks

come
if you've managed to rebuild
the house of straw