a house with no doors

without a word
she takes
a screwdriver
and removes
all the doors
in the house. when
you come home,
the wind is blowing
from front to back
and there
are birds on
the table. sheets
of paper
fly about like
kites off
their strings.
her hands are raw
from twisting
at the deep
wound screws.
you almost get
the feeling that she
has something
important to tell
you.