When I told you
that you could
have a painting
for five
bucks,
you dug your wrinkled
rugged,
years-worked hand
into your
tethered denim
to fish out 5
ones.
& I handed you a
hastily copied
Van Gogh and
you spurted out your
military ID like
a whistling kettle
unable to hold
its steam.

I hope that when you aren't sure
where you're at
again
Van Gogh's "Room"
leads you home.