Distanced: Robyn Bateman & Rob Gray
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The Piano is Tipping the House
The piano is tipping the house;
remarkable weight
shifting floorboards over time.
If I knew another way
would I take it?
The alleyway that connects me
to the neighbors is bearing
apples as we speak.
They are filled with promises
like, tomorrow will come after today,
like, the ocean exists when I cannot see it,
like, my dreams are made by my body.
I take a bite from one
and it tastes better than the last,
but worse than the next.
My home is here, right now,
in this expertly designed breeze
nipping my kneecaps,
and I still remember you in it.
Don’t ask me
if we will touch again.
I slip behind the piano
to grab a new face,
then put it on for you:
champagne white
and flushed cheeks.
“Open a window,” shout the birds.
I yell back, “We are all windows!”
The house jilts inwards,
a minor chord struck. My mother
bent in another kitchen, hand
on her back, asking for ice.
I take a break.
I take ten breaks.
Outside is loud
even though
I can’t hear anything.
People are falling over
all the time. I am staying in my home
all the time, until it sprouts
its own apples. I made them myself.
I can make things myself.
One more week like this
and I will tip it over,
both piano and house.
I don’t care.
You will still see me
whether there or not here
or at the tips of your fingers.
My hair, hardly holding on,
for what?
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