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Dec 2015
I am told that I
Cannot make homes
Out of
People

That skeletons are
Too fragile
To withstand
Every storm

Yet, I called you in
Late December
And deemed you my
Potential home

I like to believe
These words are what pulled
You back into
My atmosphere

Although it is said
That homes cannot
Be made out of
Beating hearts and irises

I am striving to
Turn your flesh
Into my
Dwelling place

Your eyelashes are
The blades of grass
On the lawn
Out front

Your ribs are
The staircase leading
To rooms waiting
To be filled

I'm turning your
Flesh into
Our living room
Carpet

Your bones are
The walls which
Keep the two of us
Safe

They said it couldn't
That it really
Shouldn't
Be done

But I'm making
Myself at home
In
You
For NM
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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