Pistol shot.
A home does not require shelves of books read and forgotten and never shared. The home is complete without dark pine cabinets of clever forgotten secrets and closets of silent hanging clothing not my own.
Our home is born vacant with bullet holes to allow the chemtrail light to enter before noon in late May.
As we carefully wrap each unneeded antiquity in words from our Nation we meet our eyes touching each item as we would cast soil into a friend's Sunday Winter grave. Only the blonde children and articulate insane laugh at the precipice of a Christian graveside.
A home is accurate empty white lathe walls communicating vertical to horizontal mating white oak floors dustless a reminder of a dead factory where a forest once breathed and a firefight killed two kind brothers.
Is a time waiting.
Are we able to stare together as our hands become aircraft in the cold stream of American wind outside the passenger window where we willingly live our lives?
Our home is born vacant with bullet holes to allow the chemtrail light to enter before noon in late May.
As we carefully wrap each unneeded antiquity in words from our Nation we meet our eyes touching each item as we would cast soil into a friend's Sunday Winter grave. Only the blonde children and articulate insane laugh at the precipice of a Christian graveside.
A home is accurate empty white lathe walls communicating vertical to horizontal mating white oak floors dustless a reminder of a dead factory where a forest once breathed and a firefight killed two kind brothers.
Is a time waiting.
Are we able to stare together as our hands become aircraft in the cold stream of American wind outside the passenger window where we willingly live our lives?