All the unpaid bills
Wrestling interest rates
While past due dates wait with their boutonnieres
And the slumping bike
Strangled with a lock that we forgot the combination to
The old house drinks
Everything we hide
And hummed sad songs that keep us up all night
With the doorknobs loose and the pipes that burst
With the fuses blown and the taps reversed
The calendar requests a meeting to discuss the time we waste
When would be good for you?
And the sidewalk cracks
Spell the way back home in one uninterrupted palindrome
The old house keeps all of our receipts
In envelopes secured with rubber bands
Oh, the blinking snow and the dark dispersed
With a smear removed
With our taps reversed
