Let Us Talk About It as Though It Existed

Draw a square in the dust on my forehead.
The square should be crooked and quiet
like a house before its collapse. No carpets
in this house. Many drawings.
I would like to gather the drawings
one by one into my bed.
Folded like a lea????et, or like a seat
in an empty theater, or like arms
in a drafty room, I will sleep with them
in the sleep that comes after counting
extension cords. The drawings will dream
of faulty wiring and dimming lights.