The House with My Name Carved Into Its Teeth by Tess Ezzy | Wednesday Double Feature | One Poem Only
Wednesdays on One Poem Only are a double feature: one poem here on the podcast, and one more by the same poet shared on Instagram.
The House with My Name Carved Into Its Teeth
Tess Ezzy
Executive dysfunction
is a kind of haunting
but not the pretty kind,
not the candlelit ghost girl
floating through the hallway.
No.
This thing is a beast
with my name carved
into its teeth.
Every morning I wake
to a body that forgets me.
A body that misplaces its own pulse.
A body that drops intention
like a strip of clothing
before the lover even arrives.
My hands—
god, my hands—
they go spectral on me.
I…
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