the day you left
it was quiet.
white walls
were bleaker,
It was four plaster barriers,
containing my own personal
oblivion.
planked floors engraved splinters
in the shape
of your middle
intial under the sole
of my foot.
almost like
a desperate act
of rememberance.
It was almost like
the last words
in the voice
of the place
you once inhabited.
i'll leave them there for you
to grow from.
from the slits
of wood,
you
could root yourself
in my heel
grow up my leg
and unfurl
from my hip,
maybe then
once the roof
is broken through
by rugged arms
and i
am hanging
limp
from your branches,
i can abandon
the desolation
of my bedroom
and find the place
to which you escaped.
***
Come back inside, please
It's cold out
And your bare toes
Won't fare well
Against the slushed and sloppy
Brown with shit snow
That the one manned
motorized landships
Leave along the side of the road.
Come back inside,
I'll wrap you in an itchy wool blanket
And I hope you'll thank me, even in your coat of thorns
Because its been so long since we've seen one another
And if you being buried in a mountain of discomfort
Means we'll get to sit next to each other again
On this couch
that lays belly flat to the floor
In its bloated mound of broken slats
Then I'd be glad and I hope
You'd be too.
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