house going down

thin as
reeds, bone
thin, like
a blade of
grass, a
shard of
glass. a
sliver of
sun behind
an eclipsing
moon. a
last thin
breath of
air, a
shallow
gasp. life
hinges
on thin
lines, trail,
or trains,
such tracks.
a simple
twist of thread,
or nail
head pounded
down,
the slightest
blink,
the tell tale
hair,
neither
blonde or black
left behind
on a white
clean sink.
a small
lie, a thin
disguise.
the smallest
of cracks.
this house is
going down.