I get the feeling that something’s going to happen. I get the feeling that change is on the horizon. I know it down deep in my muscles. These muscles they ache, they carry the weight of the waning moon in their bellies. Soft warm places constrict, movement is abreviated. 

The only way I can DEAL

With this shattered glass

House

Is to STARVE it out

Like a parasite 

Like an intruder 

Like something that should not have been.