poems from the summer (so far)
You offered to give me your jacket
And it made me want to scream.
Running down the same road
Day after day
And I finally stop to cry.
A candle illuminates my childhood
While I wait for you to tell me
What I already know.
My dad is in the other room, crying
Again, and I am fixated on the window
Searching for a bike ride in spring,
Waiting for the shoes to finally fit.
The light at the bottom of the stairs
Doesn’t feel like home anymore.
