I don't know how to be scared anymore
I don't know how to be cold anymore
I've spent some nights in this car
Not worried about anything
Even though the transmission is failing
Drive back and forth most days
Trying to understand this thing we call home
And I want to repay you in something more substantial than money
This poetry posted on websites
and left on coffee tables
but the transmission is failing
And I am falling in love with you
And if I knew that love was the answer to homelesness
That in the shedding of weight
and in the cutting open
Was this
I'd have left long ago
Vaggabond heart
Finding safety
In your chestplate
Like a sea snail who has
shed his shell
To squeeze into yours
There is so much room in there
So much room
Your body
a cabin
made of welcome mats
An extra plate of food at the table
I am always hungry
This body
A broken radiator
always overheating
Give me your feet
To keep warm
Keep me
like a humble savage
Saying grace
In a language
You'll never understand
Changing clothes in a closet trunk
3 backpacks for different things
Worn like heirloom rings
Like they are all that I own
That mean anything
They are
And not that I know what it means just yet
but
Take me home tonight
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
I don't know how to be scared anymore
I don't know how to be cold anymore
I've spent some nights in this car
Not worried about anything
Even though the transmission is failing
Drive back and forth most days
Trying to understand this thing we call home
And I want to repay you in something more substantial than money
This poetry posted on websites
and left on coffee tables
but the transmission is failing
And I am falling in love with you
And if I knew that love was the answer to homelesness
That in the shedding of weight
and in the cutting open
Was this
I'd have left long ago
Vaggabond heart
Finding safety
In your chestplate
Like a sea snail who has
shed his shell
To squeeze into yours
There is so much room in there
So much room
Your body
a cabin
made of welcome mats
An extra plate of food at the table
I am always hungry
This body
A broken radiator
always overheating
Give me your feet
To keep warm
Keep me
like a humble savage
Saying grace
In a language
You'll never understand
Changing clothes in a closet trunk
3 backpacks for different things
Worn like heirloom rings
Like they are all that I own
That mean anything
They are
And not that I know what it means just yet
but
Take me home tonight
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