My House Is Calling
My House is calling
Me from room to room
Tonight I will sleep
in Its Corner
with The Peepers
and The Waves
@ My Head
and Eliza’s Horse Blanket
on top
My House is calling
Me from room to room
Tonight I will sleep
in Its Corner
with The Peepers
and The Waves
@ My Head
and Eliza’s Horse Blanket
on top
If I had been housed
in a glass dome
on the beach
Yes, I would have thrown stones
at My Captor —
I am now released, almost
in My Own Home
as congested as it is
with art on the walls
floor to ceiling
lining Me with protection
that I may reclaim
My True Self
Painting “Butt Ugly”:
glitter stuck to Its Cow Flops
first seen today lit