after "Sarah", published in the Winter 2008 issue of Tin House
You were the tattoo of my house before you stood in my house.
- Chelsea Lemon Fetzer, "Sarah"
I was the skin of my house before
the tattoo was drawn.
My house was shallower than a tattoo,
floating bubblelike in bursting bodies,
bodies bursting from the depleted sighs
inside the floating skin.
Before you arrived, houses floated through me
like windows, through the window of me,
I was remembering the nerve etching of the
tattoo on glass before the house had arrived,
floating transparently over our heads, one
corner glinting in the sun like a needle.