New Build

the house is
a body bag
sloshing in skin
threatening
to thinly cover
everything
flooding line
markings a road
crossing stop signs
missing careening
across nature this
formless green
walked upon
flattened this
house is a white
roof lifted mid
tornado whipped
into papercut
skin reckoning
to let us ebb
to nothing
to bleach
the canvas
until
the bright
white angle
relocates
to the corner
of this page