A house can make a promise
to dismantle itself, screw
by screw, brick by brick.
I did not believe in curses
spoken by the inanimate,
until switch plate covers fell
to countertops, leaving their licorice
of exposed wire. So much vulnerability
in a room without baseboards, windows
naked of trim. Simply leaving it vacant
did no good. Time stopped
until my return, then the cupboards
relieved themselves of doors.