the night the kitchen 
          plummeted into my bedroom
                         I awoke in the dark just before

water trickling in the walls 
          like wicked laughter
                         the skylights leaked a torrent

plumbing conspired a tsunami tide 
          I lay still and pulled 
                         the comforter to my chin

kitchen sink cratered 
          at the foot of the bed
                         kneeling like a sacrifice

fridge tumbled, pantry spilled 
           its ribbed cans of guts
                         stove and microwave piled on

through the hole overhead
          I gazed to the little 
                         window that a moment before 

framed the sink like an escape 
          hatch—with yes the moon full 
                         bright with deflected light—

a muddy finger rang 
          the doorbell on the porch
 		       landslide cackled too big to fail

dragged from the remnants of home 
          I tumbled down 
                          the liquid hillside drenched in gloaming