You, a pancake house,
often drizzled my palms in maple...
Clustered in the corner of rusty window panes
was a butterfly...
The world is uneven.
It gave hawks to fishermen...
Extra extra read all about me:
I cast my not-knowingness...
Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...
Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...
Excuse me, please, excuse me miss
I'm here to find myself...
Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...
British November weather lashes down
as I think of friends all over the world...
I place you on my lips
ever so gently...
Today, I reminded you
that this house will never...
Disarmed, she sat for some minutes,
thinking about certainties...