Lit: If You Lived Here, You’d Be Home by Now
no more poems about all the glass i broke / instead: lines about the way you helped me sweep up the mess / the way you kept your hands clean through the whole ordeal / the way i fell in love, right there / my heart humming like neon / this sense of contentment / the way the ocean settled its waves against the shore in the same way you rest your hand on my back / you’re the quiet after the storm / after a long winter / when the wisteria begins to bloom again / now i now how to come home to myself / how to invite you inside / give you the spare key / turn off the vacancy sign
by: Angelea Lowes
