Tuesday, December 13, 2011

going

going going
home
i'm
going
towards that thing
the place that is no longer
that vipers nest
hornet's laughter
the sticky sweet honey
that trapped me
for too long that
hive
of love and anger and that
pattern
that never should have happened
im going
home
she said
inside of you there is an armchair
where if you sit
you are always safe
she said
you worked your whole life
to have that conversation
last night
he said
dad's gone,
we'll all try to pretend its
ok
there's the new baby
the smell of redwoods
the stained sheets
the leaking roof
poverty and wealth and
that endlessly opening refirgerator
home home
this year i pray
it shall find me
while walking the road
towards freedom

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