Hope Coulter
The Anti-House
There’s a house
beneath the real house
and we’ve always known it was there
A key we had
overlooked
turns the lock
Its wood floors stretch
long and lustrous
The rooms are empty, they beckon
with all the space we need
for our other apartments
Triangular,
trapezoidal,
the rooms fit under the house we know
Oh yes, we say
I came here once, but had forgotten this
other house
There is space
enough here
and light
There is a place to
be
The wooden floors
gleam
in the white, nether sunshine, saying
come in, come in
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