WHY JESSIE DOESN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE

To leave the house

is to risk

the bird shit from the sky,

to be flacked white

at intervals.

And then there’s the rain

washing away

the poop

but not content

to leave it at that,

drenching the body

right to the skin.

And then some stranger whispers

“Why don’t you come inside

and take off those wet things.”

To leave the house

is to risk it all

in the house of another.