to find a place to call home
where the bed nests flush in the corner
and the arms don’t loosen till you say so
to show all of your teeth and blow away
the bombs and dark purple air that cloud your sleep
and invite you to stay a minute longer
to live in boxes if that would make you closer
to knowing what it’s like to be a maypole
or a wild turkey or a king
to square your shoulders when you walk
and when you shudder
and when you listen
to find a place to call home
where you can leave without asking
if it’ll be there still at dusk
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
to find a place to call home
where the bed nests flush in the corner
and the arms don’t loosen till you say so
to show all of your teeth and blow away
the bombs and dark purple air that cloud your sleep
and invite you to stay a minute longer
to live in boxes if that would make you closer
to knowing what it’s like to be a maypole
or a wild turkey or a king
to square your shoulders when you walk
and when you shudder
and when you listen
to find a place to call home
where you can leave without asking
if it’ll be there still at dusk