lodging
Looking for where it won’t feel like home.
Where home is missing someone further,
where stranger walls lend their ear,
and blackened windows watch you to reflect.
Welcomed to a house of voiceless noises,
to midnight screams, to lover’s hot mess,
to her softened body. Neighbors fall asleep
we steal their good times.
Leaving home,
Building a house of careful maneuvers in the
path of wayward, darling hearts.
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