the old house
black & white but sunflower walls
for summer. from my dreams: cat sleeps in a dresser drawer the roof screams company. most nights do not bless me with dreams. when i dream, i dream the old house. where my father graced, where my mother prayed. in the old house.
(picket fence, picket fence, picket fence.)

was the old house.

1 comment:

Bobby Malone said...

I know you get sad when there are no comments on your blog, but I am not very original so all I can say is that this is awesome, I want to snuggle with it.

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