"In twenty-one mornings, a house becomes a map. The kettle clears its throat, steam writes and vanishes, a key waits without verdict. These poems move from noise to noticing to newness-kitchen light, street windows, salt on a plate, shoes by the door, a train naming the city from far away. There are no grand pronouncements here, only small fidelities that make a life feel lived: tile, kettle, light.
The House I Become is a short, intimate novel-in-poems that reads in one sitting and lingers for days. Open a window. Then another. See what the day lets in."