(home)(poems)
just to be nominated
so here we are underdressed
in skin sleeves and mind maps
too formed, too loud
too late
and the giants of course
have already arrived stars blue whales
pig dreams and pollen raw death
and temptation and so
much
time
passes languid fingered
in our pockets we don’t belong
here i know
they’ll kick us out
soon we’ve imposed and
don’t wipe our feet it’s home
after all we guest on
dirt floor and can’t wait
to leave
but it’s an honor.
i can’t stay long but thank you
i will take all my things and one
last look at ants still biting
over toys stars forgetting me
already i linger
i don’t want to disturb you
so my fingers trail doorframe
until i let it close
quiet behind me
into a night darker
warmer than i
thought it
could be