swoon
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1 min readJul 22, 2018
when you come home
I am shoving the old calendar
face-first
into the sink
as the light fixtures swoon
hope is tactile
but you gotta be careful with it too:
it buries the front step
in feathers
and sends you two towns over
looking for
the only thing you left behind
but still — when you’re here
beetles
moonwalk
and the fruit bowl
quickens
and I find I can
finally smile at everything