(From a writing/dance/film project I’m working on in Saskatchewan…)
I am afraid of the coyotes
and deer I was warned about while I tied
double knots in my boot laces,
so I leave the screen door closed,
and avoid the basement steps.
Instead, I lean close to the storm windows
that have not broken,
close enough for my reflection to disappear,
a kitchen surfacing –
an emptied, open dishwasher,
and emptied, open cupboards,
a tangle of grass and mud and twigs
over the sink.