Since You Left

there are blizzards in the kitchen. 

Plates pile up on the surfaces

as gusts haul the door shut.

And there’s drought in the bathroom.

Water flows through unseen pipes – 

too deep to be gathered – 

whilst in the living room monsoons soak

the books, get into the circuitry of the TV.

Rain persecutes the window.

And the bedroom? The bedroom is a desert.

I traverse the blazing dunes alone now,

sand catching in my throat.

Joshua Seigal