I can feel it
in my bones.
Is this my home?

Twist the pops
out of my spine.
God, that feels divine.

Do your best,
take it slow.
Make a call on your phone.

Do not stop,
keep it aligned.
A beer helps me unwind.

A smell, a vibe,
the fear of being alone.
Do you want to be my home?

Weaver of tales,
fiddler of twine.
Author of all my time.