SHED

—But roughly but adequately it can shelter

In which she whomped

and tamped the earth to make a floor.

Beat a rhythm-rain

of brunts with oar and haft.

Gagged raw wallboards

( gaps and cracks ) with chiggermoss with oyster-sacks.

Would some nights leak

a howl.

Rough-rigged a roof

( some type of sail? ) from linoleum-scrimp and plastic.

Hacked a ( splintery ) hole

but hung no door.

Through which I’m put

more nights than not—Could I be the flickering in her structure.

Would some nights leak

a howl ( a count ) a whistling-through.

I’m coiled inside

this shape she wracked and made.