Remodeling

Randall Wilson

shower curtain half unstrung,
have you too come undone??
dust bunnies guided by ten toes
drown in a puddle.
plush towel
forms a cotton flower that
blossoms from the floor.

the rust has made its way from
the pipes to our skin;
a lost distinction of color
between vermilion and blood.

the termites are no longer satisifed.
they choose to live elsewhere.
our story is permanently
swirled within the owl eyes
of the wood panels.

tip of the knife, you come to me
like a rush of blood to the head.
it is so pure when you’re around.
and all the music that was played,
they played it upside down.