as I melt

thru all the garden cracks in the universe

I hear

my landlord lamenting over the women in the river

those women

who moan in the morning through stitched mouths
with fingertips bleeding and empty wombs

shut up he roars through window thrown open
shut up he roars and breaks the house trying

shut up

did you know?

that silence is a strange thing without the moon landing

then

I hear him say while the floor creaks under the weight of the never ending

that fish has feet and thousand voices