A Poem

By Amanda Minkkinen

what happens when you make a home
with someone hungry? I wish I could open

like an evil pit. I’d swallow everyone
whole, all who enter my home

uninvited. To crack open my floors
and deepen my basements, it clings,

that wet smell of black earth.
I lock my doors but they open like eyes

that can’t sleep.
My face is flat against the dark

even in daylight.
How easily

the bitterness spreads
in me. And

how easily

I am lost in it.