Why do I see my house as a second body? 
The disposition of the bed 
like a hungry mouth? the dining room table 

Down in the lobby three elderly women, bored.
Take up, with their knitting, the Passion of Our Lord
        As the universe and the tiny realm

As a barrier against mosquitoes,
I pull an old sheet from the closet
and cross the yard,

We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.