The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Take for example doors that get smaller in stories
question life, the order of our rooms
to own reality boasts the imagination
balking in silence becomes the only option available for night.

If we lie upon bones do they blossom into flowers
I only see gardens of wealth with justice left behind.

Take for example the dollar
in all its feather weight
can multiply for those who blow its language soft
whimpering loyalty to the ancestors
honoring death again and again
watch inside the books of the past
shame, shame to think wonderland is on the other side.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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