with every step taken

further from 

center

your skeleton 

becomes something

that sounds and feels
familiar as falling 
in love
with translucency 


a far off lullaby
in the hands
of a fable

a broken stone

walkway

leading to an 
abandoned farmhouse

a house held together

by the consensual

beating of yellow

jacket’s wings

when one dies

the house tips

floor tricks until

another drone hatches