Anthony Hawley

LVII
New Poems From the USA

 

We spent every dime on passion
There’s no telling how upset the house will be
Passion is more square feet
The floor only a modest plod of land
It’ll never encompass such fairy tale hopes
Even if they were the blueprint of its design
The truck pulls up
Outside the apartment building
Colorful couches are unloaded
Into the elevator
Fear-filled
The third floor shivers
Has never known that one day
We would usher in
A hopelessly matching set of furniture