Silk House (Do Ho Suh)

you tore through me, silk house with
meticulously sewed outlets in my walls
promptly ripped out, delivering no electric shock.

/i was a glitchy home, you seemed to think,
yet you made the effort to stitch your name

into hard-to-reach spaces until the translucent
baseboards were cluttered with it, over and over.

the fireplace doesn’t work, it only suggests
a space that should be for fire.

you’ll live in better places (i was transitional),
but still, there was the time you sat
in wonder on the stained living room couch,

my gauzy windows letting through
a handful of rainbow, and watched
its ghost pass over the walls.