Perfect For Defenestration

glass is made of sand

windows are desert storms rendered solid
- are beaches baked hard

glass is liquid

windows are slow moving torrents of misery

each broken shard is an escaped soul
- an eye in the storm

windows are ways of enclosing the world in rectangles

at night they make mirrors
- make lamp shades into UFOs

if I hurled insults through net curtains
I would open up the concept of seeing in
- of two sides with the same cold face

a smooth surface to bang my head against
- to break right through into Wonderland
where windows make sense
as open doorways into vivid dreams

windows are perfect for defenestration
- for jagged edges
- for muffling my screams