She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?
She was no doubt right, but what
were they again?

Of God and Ikea

You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?

A door opened and closed, but had
no hinge – or was it
in a frame, but had no wall?
Anyway, it was all like that —
songs that could have made
sense, if only you didn’t try.

The dead
leaves land in you
