I dug those stakes deeply into the ground

Pillars as deep as I could place

Framing a space for us forever contained

A protection, a canopy hung from those rafters

But then this little person came and blew it all away

Dissolving what I had painstakingly built over so many years

In one cocktail thrown in the center of my home

The trigger ordered by her companion

And since we’ve been aimlessly trying to rebuild

But the grounding and wood these days is harder to find

And the interference by some only threatens the effort

Didion’s fire has been all been put out

Of all the things we did in that space

Weaving, unknotting, loosening and tightening those bonds

They’ve all started going on with their lives, taking those scars along

And I will be left here unprotected, hands empty, unframed