PART 5

The porch light

at the Writer’s house

has been on for days and days.

The grass is a little longer

the cat in her window looks lonely,

but it does look well fed.

Should we knock upon her door?

Do we dare? What will we find?

Or.

Smell.

PART 4

The house on the corner used to be yellow

then it was pink and then it was blue and one day it was painted gray.

 

There were cherry trees out front and a holly tree out back

and a little grave by a fountain full of frogs.

 

The Writer who lives there never comes out

of the house that is now painted red.

 

There are curtains in the windows that are always closed

and the swing on the porch creaks when it rocks

like bones carefully finding their way

on worn wooden steps

up from the basement

of  a house

that used to be yellow

and is now painted red.

 

 

 

Part 2

We want out

we told the Devil

we want to come out to play

so let’s make a deal, let’s strike a bargain

we know you are up for the game.

 

Our Writer is blind

so we will give you her  eyes

she doesn’t use them

anyway.