Vacation

The lights strung above the doorway
call you home:
this is not your motel room
in San Juan,
bed unmade and already
slept in.

This is a kind of contingency
where people read magazines
to divine the proper way
to live,

and outside
the garden is overpopulated
by termites.  they steal the trees,
renting out each branch like a

sub-let complex.  An in winter
they burrow deeper.  Try to ignore
them, but you can't.
We all want to be whole.