collapsible

i see that ten years are

collapsible and they are limitless. i  stop

on the shoulder of the road to be peer

to that collapsing house. the young woman

who’d built her empire and then died. in every window

grew a tree and every lawn of grass, in the sardonic-

slogan 1990s, was painted with opinion. they say

that’s what killed her; she had too much; said too

much. she cast her likeness in everything.