The blur of you in the dark
The morning sky a mango
My home where the water just flows from the tap
And the soap smells like apple
I know who it is by the cadence of the doorknob
Quiet house like a grandmother’s
The sunlight streams in to touch the plants and touch my hands
I don’t know who I am these days
Our demented dog with the world’s most perfect angel baby ears
Just realized he was barking into the void
Click clack whine into nothing
Black coat soft from all the love
