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An Empty House Is a Debt


1

There is a house in me. It is empty. I empty it.

Negative space: the only native emptiness there is.
There is



2

An alarm goes off. It goes on and on. When the alarm
drifts to different parts of the room,

I realize, that alarm is the sun.


3

And there is no one who does not need,

never an empty seat. And the blind one,

he does not find a place. There is a god in him
helping him to need himself.


4

A mother sticks a spoon into my chest,
which is an empty bowl, actually,

so the spoon lands quickly
and loudly. Heartbreak in the heart! she says.


5

I reach inside my empty house: as far as Iím allowed to go.
I reach outside my empty house: as far as Iím allowed to go.


6

Or donít love me, what do I care?
I am tired of feeling guilty; I am tired of running up a tab.

I want to run outside with a sack of huge penises on my back
óinto the empty houses of ex-lovers, of mothers, birds
screaming out my name.

A human terrifies.
A human is someone who becomes terrified, and having become terrified,
craves an end to her fear.

This craving carves a cave.


7

What is a maze if there is nothing to find in the maze.
I find myself angry at nothing.


8

My lovers bow before me as though before Medusa.
Tell them you love them. See what they say.

Or say it to yourself, and see what you say.

When you love someone
more than youíve ever known you could, it is
a good thing, except for the terrifying

realization that one day there comes
a parting.


Diana Nguyen

Ghost Of
Omnidawn


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