You
may not
come back inside the house until
You've written me a good, wholesome,
poem.
Use the twine from the shed
and, little by little,
bind its delicate tendrils
into an earnest web
(you may use the duct tape if it is stubborn)
Be careful not to let the dog out!
And be the most careful,
(for I have seen your shoddy work before)
to spread the tender petals of its memories
Just so.
Do not allow it to seem constructed by a human hand
Nor let it imitate your
sweat-and-sunscreen smell.
Remember to wash your hands afterwards, though
And to wipe your feet
On the green mat
In the hall.
I love this.
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