there aren't many "no's"
and who the hell knows the best way to share a heart.
how to explore the ugly ridges that line the drawers
the crumbs accumulated
the residue of too many spilt drinks
late nights
snacks
naps
leftovers
a burn or two.
who's the guide? who has the power?
at what hour do I bend on knee to consult the demigod
the oracle
the magician
who stirs up primitive and necessary chaos as a harbinger of healing.
no one knows
they're flailing too.
they've moved homes
are moving within the Self.
they're scraping back old wallpaper
misunderstanding
using dull knives
too.
and who the hell knows the best way to share a heart.
how to explore the ugly ridges that line the drawers
the crumbs accumulated
the residue of too many spilt drinks
late nights
snacks
naps
leftovers
a burn or two.
who's the guide? who has the power?
at what hour do I bend on knee to consult the demigod
the oracle
the magician
who stirs up primitive and necessary chaos as a harbinger of healing.
no one knows
they're flailing too.
they've moved homes
are moving within the Self.
they're scraping back old wallpaper
misunderstanding
using dull knives
too.