poem || donna kuhn

i don't know how u can walk thru my house your feet are missing, then walk the walk the stain of young men, the stain of ballpoint pen i don't know how u can walk thru my house if u go away i can vacuum the dog my vacuum cleaner has better shoes than u we can vacuum the beach i don't know how u can walk thru my house i want to take a bath forever i don't know how u can walk on yourself i can walk thru the arches of u all the dogs vacuum the beach i don't have to be more open than u i wear better shoes than u all the envelopes, all the dogs they say this is plastic too the stain of u, i need better shoes the stain of glass, i have a hello kitty pin your feet are pieces of young men if u go away u can walk thru my house the stain of glass in u they say this is cool; we can walk on u