feeling at home
do you feel at home?
dig up your bones
and scatter them around me
feel the sunrise through clarity
in yourself
in the words that come out of your mouth,
they’re powerful and tantalizing,
like the thrill of drinking and driving
still thriving
on the high life
of just feeling at home
it’s more than familiar faces
it’s more than four walls and a door
it’s the freckles speckled on you
everywhere
freckles that reach face to floor
fleeting
home is a siren
home is ***** in a glass
home is absence in your presence and a
fathers lack of conscience
failing one step forward
faking it two steps back with billy joel in your head
taking your pain
and buying it from the liquor store
but the hardest part is
bringing it home
home to the people you love
their faces match constellations and **** the zodiac if
i don’t see you again
i’ll praise the star signs, the ones in your eyes and
i’m getting ahead of myself -
where did all the bones go
i gave one here and
left one there
stringing myself together with letters
from dentist office magazines
and scraps of
dopamine
and sometimes not even that
it’s something that eats me up inside when i’m away from home
store bought is fine
don’t be gone too long
i’ll be missing you by half past nine
i don’t think you’re coming home
hold my hand, what’s yours is mine
i’m still waiting in the doorway
i’m still nine