I entered her house
While she slept
I changed the floorboards first
One nail per night
I continued
Every bit of architecture
Till the same house
Was a different house
It was a gradual change
She never noticed it
Or maybe she just pretended not to
(She hid impressions behind her hair)
So I started to call during daylight
Working in the awake open
Sometimes I didn't leave at all
My labor was silent and separate
A ghost machine
I tossed everything overboard
And bought it all again
I answered her mail
And the door
When my work was done
I watched her bathe
She stared silent, too
In the cooling blank water
Waiting for something
To begin
Or end