those door slams at night can happen as often as they like
but they'll never sound alright
two rooms away, flinching under duvet
you tested my strength with curtain rail held across the breadth of my chest
lion plays tamer, leisure plays terror, armed with furniture
lightyears from here your voice will ring fear
the same booming i hear
for long i've set furlongs of distance between what i say i what i mean
mother took the flak: queen's coronary crack.
always a matter of time until things aren't fine
testing the towing lines
bridal breaks, basket takes weight, shackle aches.