BACK HOME

I chased her and the dog ran after us.

We ran through the kitchen,into the bedroom,through the hall, in betweenthe spaces of the women of the house,onto the low steps leading to the rooftop,down and outthrough the balcony, the wet garden,along the stained walland almost all the way onto the road.

There were piled over each other

after months of chattering from afar.