Jasmine Elizabeth Smith | Poetry

is a woman,
a negotiation of space—
the red line

of vitals

now partitioned.
is she tired
the intake,
for an entire house,
her hands, make-shift, wash
negotiate the lint of cobwebs.
she is kept inside.
a house in ruin.

an entire house within her chest
shingles, banisters,
double paned &
the smallest of spaces.
of overcompensation?
her breath
eighty lungs. every-day
the windows—
& the door, bolted, makes sure
that strangers inside of her are fed.
watch now how she walks away.