from Please Bury Me in This [Looking up in the dark I thought...”]
Looking up in the dark I thought, Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.
I tried in the closet but the rope broke.
Maybe the relief of conversation, of something almost happening.
The way in the morning, lying on the floor, the light through the blinds cuts my face.
Less than hope: wishing.
How sugar became snow, poured over wet glue on a cardboard roof.
I remember the paper house, hung from a cage hook in my room, swaying.
Not fonder, not fonder—the heart grows stranger.
From Please Bury Me in This. Copyright © 2017 by Allison Benis White. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Four Way Books, www.fourwaybooks.com.