Saturday, December 20, 2014

Open Concept



This town is a house I haunt
Rattling chains in the attic above floors I once occupied
People I don’t know fill a space I almost recognize
They tore down old walls, added new ones and called it, “open concept”
Fresh paint covers the place I wrote my name in careful cursive
But when I close my eyes I still see it there on the baseboard
I can trace it with my finger from memory
On an island with no coast
Where I am the stranger
I am the ghost