Salvation

Open window, fog seeps in; television color dances, lamplight struggles
to make this place look like more than a memory but fails/
In a sideways, backwards world that should be in black-and-white, r&b plays
Papers folded upon the kitchen table, books in the livingroom, magazines;
all whispering, none shouting, sleepy grey fog slipping/

I gave up ash for Lent, wore a clown mask to church and howled; it was the wrong church.
I was only dreaming, I think, but there were no constellations to console in the roofless sky
I walked back to my sideways house and watched TV without sound.
(Remember to check all the closets.) (Ignore the fog.)//
Your voice on the phone sounds like salvation.