Blank walls. Unscratched window panes. Wood shavings.
(target) (trigger) (bombshell)
I walk into the new house like a soldier
in a new land. It smells like gunpowder
(or so I imagine.) What stranger will I kill
here? How much of
will I remember, and
how much of her
will I take back,
when I go into war
once again, some
place else ?