in the empty house where no one believes in empty houses

Editor back-issues, John Sweet, poetry

in the empty house
where no one believes in
empty houses
truth is not an object
with any value

a man says i love you to his wife
or he doesn’t
and either way she has
already left him

a child is found murdered
in the bathroom and
then another
and then three more

the words
there is something wrong here are left unspoken

the refrigerator hums
and the clocks run backwards
and the kitten is two months old
but will have to be
given away

and why should it live
in the face of these
five drowned children?

the answer depends on
who you ask
and it’s too fucking hot today

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