ALL MY SONGS | POEM

are of violence and naivety

i wrote them just for you 

hoping one day

the pile will imprint me into your memory:

do you ever think of that house

the one you fixated on 

surrounded by twigs, trees, old leaves, 

the yard littered with fisher price toys?

you dreamed of drawing an X on their front door 

one day, 

you told yourself, 

and your hands tightened around the steering wheel,

one day

you step into their world

to watch the way they live 

take it all away 

because you

are a taker

that night you dream of barking dogs

and motion sensor cameras 

your alarm never rings

and you come to in the blue of night

the rain reflects specks of red against the street lights

and you can't stop staring at the freckles of dried crimson on your skin

there's a taste at the back of your throat 

you don't know what it is 

or how you find yourself outside

but you recognize this street

down the road, 

behind the patch of thorny brush you hide behind

you see the church next to the home

for a long time, 

until now,

only god has gotten this close

what does this night make you?