oh fuck

it just broke
everything
is in danger
of crashing down
wood and splinters
raining
screws
without purchase
metal and timber forever
divorced

no support
i'll have to live in boxes
on boxes
remove their current inhabitants
munch on fibrous board
card shards

and when it rains
my kingdom turns to pulp
fiction
comes real
i sleep in sodden reams
and drape
in newsprint running
my sheets stain me
with inky ingrain
if it breaks
and i'm left
with the old woman
living
out of a shoe
box