The house is built out of stone.

or concrete rather.

Maybe the wooden beams hold the walls together

and tie them to the ceiling

or is that what these steel rods are for?

The couch is knit from pink mystery fabric.

or old red stuffing.

Maybe it’s these immovable zippers

or the arms we lay our necks upon.

You and I are made out of wood and stone.

or skin and stuffing.

Maybe we are the grass I plant within you,

the weeds we’ll kill before they grow

green and gold and warm to the touch.

Maybe you touch me

by breathing in the water droplets

which I leave behind.

or could these be steel rods

that hold us both together and apart?

We are built on old memories

or reusable concrete

We cannot believe

in a house that falls down

or an open door-frame

for a midnight tiptoe

maybe in

maybe out