The Art of Unsticking a Window
You must be thorough.
That angry purple paint
you carelessly splashed
onto walls
over baseboards
globbed onto sills & casements
won’t give easy
Having solidified
In your
Living Room
for a decade
while you’ve craved
open windows
never time to
break the seal
Though you wield a hammer
You must be gentle
The glass, already
hairline
fractured
and delicate
a window is more
vulnerable, even,
than it seems
Surrounded, as it is, by
impervious, swollen
wood
You must be innovative
When a hammer doesn’t work
try a paint scraper
& if you can’t find
a paint scraper,
you look for a
screwdriver
And if your last housemate
stole all your tools,
use the metal spatula
floating in the
sink’s lake of last night’s
fetid dishes
You must be persistent
get at every single
crevice – slicint, pushing,
pulling, hammering,
BELIEVING
with all your might
that you will get this
fucking window
open.
You will feel this autumn’s
cool breezes in your
Living Room
You must
write poetry
in your mind
as you work.
You must stop
When you are done
and celebrate
By writing down that poem.
You must not
be discouraged
by the fact that there are
Three more windows
waiting
to be
Pried Open.