there's a broken piece of metal on my keychain shaped like what's left of your Heart
darling
there’s no way in fuck
I would leave the shelter
of your arms
you know I’ve been
searching for Home
since I left Ollie
wrapped in a blue blanket
blowing kisses to the Moon
I’m learning to accept
that he will always have
the most vital pieces
of my being
&
one day I’ll see him
I’ll be whole again
I won’t be this shell
that you hold so
delicately in
your little fingers
I’ve been a Nomad since
the day his brother was
born
&
as much as I’ve contemplated
I can’t take my only son
from his only brother
I walked the soles off my boots
my feet are so bloody and worn
my socks are red threads
stretching back for miles
&
miles
Frost was right
I have many
left to go
but now
my north star
magnetizes
northwest
I would be lying
if I told you
I wasn’t fucking tired
I pitched a tent with
his mom that blew away
in the first wind
I built a house
in Austin
on the sand
&
watched my dreams
drown under
constellations of crest
waves
my home town
is just a popular
phrase people
write into
Grammy lyrics
to me
it’s just another city
another place
I don’t want
to be
this chain smoked
backyard used to hold
a white, blue and green
slide with a swing set
&
a tree house my father
built for my brother
&
me
now it contains two
dying trees
&
the ghost of my first dog
Brandy
so darling
when you tell me
Home is your arms
once I open the door
to your heart
I’ll never fucking leave
not because I have
nowhere else to go
there’s
no other place
I want
to be
