Out the Window

our house was three rooms

with slanted floors.

condemned walls let

in their malicious whispers

and rain worked hard

to penetrate the roof.

there were only outside doors

and when I say you could hear

everything,

I mean the tension

which struck out

when it began.

at first a few splats

through sodden shingles,

into constant drip

drop filling my attic bed

sigh, turn over

            they’re at it again.