After the house burned down
She ran for miles with pencils in her hair
Forgetting the pictures she used draw so vigilantly
Hands with seven fingers, dogs with long claws
Everywhere she went, a trail of old shavings
Now we pass the days luring cats out from under cars
And nights building nests out of tires and sticks
Though the crack in the door I watch her move through dark hallways
Then out into the night, singing:
What once floated
now sinks like a stone
