Complete, but

. Complete, but   .             to no avail. Sitting as a new house sits on its lot, needing occupants. Sewer sludge, soiled napkins, anthills too late underfoot. Held up by restlessness in the many gardens of Mount Sisyphus, heave-hoe to the point of rudimentary madness. Windows I look through, birch trees I stop … Continue reading Complete, but