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