Sleepwalking backward

Through a housefire

Conversing with a pillow

On domestic oblivion

Tuning the radio

To the knocking through

Of a supporting wall

Or beam or shoulder

The glass table at such an utterly intense angle.

She didn’t have time to blink nevermind think.

The Kit Cat clock

Refusing to take a break.

Making a bed is harder, on your own.

An Atonement down the phoneIs only half as hard as opening the door

Or a jar.

Get to your room.

“He didn’t have to take it that far.”

Put another penny (coin),

Another for a rainy day.

Maybe next year she’ll find the guts to

Walk away.