my house
There is a large grey cat sitting on
a small house’s front porch
he’s not looking at me but I’m looking at him,
though the taxi car window.
The taxi driver
is beating an uneven rhythm,
on the steering wheel
as he waits for the light to change.
My life is changing
All around me and
I’m moving away
from everything I’ve ever known.
From a small suburban home,
into a small urban apartment,
in the heart of the city,
with only my mother.
My mother is the one
I’d miss the least but
she’s the one who is
coming with me.
We are bringing so little with us,
it was an excuse to clear out
our house but it made it
impossible for me to get out.
Not that I had many
places to go,
I didn't have very many friends,
but I’d walk to the park and sit on the swings
Drifting back and forth,
across from my first grade best friend’s house.
In second grade we drifted apart but that
it might have been because I got better grades.
I was always good at school
and I could walk there
from my house.
From my old house.
The taxi starts moving
away from the house and the cat.
The taxi driver has
stopped drumming.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
"Candy is dandy,
And liquor is quicker,
But fame is quickest."
Said the pessimist.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
the day you appeared
was like nothing else
i mean you’d been there before
we just couldn’t see you.
we called you v161 mon.
for that, i apologize
it wasn’t my choice.
we raised you
the best we knew how,
but you still swallowed
anything that got close
now i’m old
and dying
and you’ll live on
for years.
hundreds,
thousands,
millions,
billions of years
and eventually fade
but even your
death will
take centuries.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC