Home is a collar bone in my ear
Home is smells of polyurethane
And epoxy
Home is a mountainous beard
Lush with soft brown hair
that I can squish between my fingers
Home is two sunken eyes
Cradled by wrinkles
That smile at me
Home is hard-working calloused hands
That when led to soft skin
Work the opposite
Home is skinny legs and a concave chest
And a poked out belly full of fur
Home is seventeen years older
Twenty pounds lighter
Inside of an aging man
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
Home is a collar bone in my ear
Home is smells of polyurethane
And epoxy
Home is a mountainous beard
Lush with soft brown hair
that I can squish between my fingers
Home is two sunken eyes
Cradled by wrinkles
That smile at me
Home is hard-working calloused hands
That when led to soft skin
Work the opposite
Home is skinny legs and a concave chest
And a poked out belly full of fur
Home is seventeen years older
Twenty pounds lighter
Inside of an aging man
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