open shut

in this apartment i find religion

a thousand flies in imperfect symmetry

and the number isn’t right

but the ring back is faultless

and i am flawed

she speaks german

i ask her to tell me

about you

she simply throws another stone

the carpet is stained

red nail polish red wine

and the flies keep buzzing

tell me about yourself

where you’ve left

which numbers haven’t answered

yes

i understand

and the heart keeps beating

and another stone is thrown

and the front door still creaks

red nail polish faded to blue

and that’s god’s work if you ask me

but faded stains are still stains

and i don’t know if this is about me or the deadbolt