And this is how the house falls down
With forty-five spectators and a bucket of ash
With little boys blowing it kisses like rockets
With rubble like chalk dust coating everyone’s faces
With no way to know which direction that pillar will fall in
With twelve newborn kittens directly in its path
With the snapped necks of plumbing spinning like sprinklers
With spoiled cartons of milk tumbling out of the fridge
With the fish tank starting an electrical fire
And the boys blowing kisses, and the boys blowing kisses
And the foundation still gasping,
swallows them whole.
LAURA FAIRGRIEVE received her MFA from Adelphi University, where she currently teaches. She is a 2016 recipient of the Poets & Writers Amy Award. Her work has appeared in Underwater New York, Inscape Magazine, Ink in Thirds, The Bitchin' Kitsch, East Coast Ink, and Words Dance Publishing. She lives in Brooklyn. Contact her at laurafairgrieve.com.