It becomes more difficult to leave The dollhouse. The sky is a sort
Of trap. It won’t let go Of your eyes. One hand reaches
To touch it. The other must clutch The doorknob. Don’t float
Away. Keep one foot Always on the ground. Don’t run,
Don’t jump. If you hold your breath, The air will return someday.
Jeff Mock is the author of Ruthless (Three Candles Press, 2010). His poems appear in American Poetry Review, The Atlantic Monthly, The Georgia Review, New England Review, The Southern Review, and elsewhere. He directs the MFA program at Southern Connecticut State University and lives in New Haven, Connecticut, with his wife, Margot Schilpp, and their daughters, Paula and Leah.
