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THE GLASS HOUSE by JANE MILLER

First Line: I ENTER AT DUSK
Last Line: NOT THAT, SHE SAYS, ANYTHING BUT THAT.
Subject(s): FAMILY LIFE; HOUSES; MODERN MAN; RELATIVES;
I enter at dusk.
The glass shakes in the bedroom.
It was there we all met.

Mother is dead, she is busy.
Father and brother play cards.

Every so often one rises
to clean the bay windows.
The house rests on a body of water.

I enter at dusk.
The glass shakes in the living room.

Mother is eating stale bread.
Father and brother on their knees
eye the precarious water.

The bottom is blue.
The truth is evil and sensual.
Every so often one rises.

Mother is breaking the rock
into sand, the sand into beaches,
the beach into property.

I pick up a rock.
Not that, she says, anything but that.



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