Source Falling

and if all you wanted

was hedges and yellow lines of roads

it would be fine in this cold house,

but, of course, you wanted

to share the sordid minutes of your childhood,

the falling plane, the other friend who died in the crash,

and I didn't have any details

in the overstuffed carryon, save bricks

and doubt in the wooden nickels

and the Ajax that you use to scrub the sheets.