No.
- No
No:
knock, knock. Who’s there
No ONE. Know, One?
- Next Door
Is as cold and vacant as her heart
I hear the echoes as the door opens and closes…
- Anybody home? Any, body?
No response:
No Reply…
I stare at the bland, white walls
No
No
No
Only…Cold
No linoleum, but. Yet. Still. So cold
Fuck
This place was once lit up!
Overbearing and over-heated. Burning.
- Cabinets filled
with things!
- Closets screaming! Yet,
Filled! With things
- Hearts!
Once filled with Dreams!
…Now
- Broken and hopeless
Love don’t live HERE no more:
Homeless…
No one
Not one Soul
Could live next door
- Not in THAT place
Footsteps
Prints left
On cold, tiled floors.
No
No
No
- Next door…
- Is as cold and vacant as your heart
So Now…
NEXT
DOOR
Salud!
Queer, Gifted & Black 