moving day

We'll open up the whole house, she says
We'll have everyone over
We'll open the windows and shake out the curtains
Let in the light for the very first time
I say, spring is a time of renewal
She agrees... Thank God it's spring, she says
It's about time...
Yes, I say, it's about time
That we stopped living in fear and discomfort
That we smiled and laughed
And really lived here for the first time.
I tell her that I feel as if
We're all moving in today
She laughs
I can tell she agrees
Everything is in turmoil, of course
He told his friends and family awful lies, she says
Yes I know, I say, it's alright
It will pass over in time
At least we can be happy here.
I can have friends, she says
I can finally have friends.
You always had us, I say, no matter how he tried to get rid of us
Yes, she is crying, she nods her head, she embraces me.

The queen will assume her throne.

who's writing this story?

I lay
In the blossom of my worry, enfolded
Scarlet thoughts changing to rust.
Possible futures flicker like embers
Possible rationalizations
On how to turn a death
Into a birth...
(or is it the other way around?)

And while the tangled snakes of irony
Tightened around my ankles
In the leavings of their phallic path, they left a message writ-
smeared across my sanity
The rouge of my carnality
Tinted orange with fear.