a home that’s hard to leave

could be a prison
could be a coffin
could be a womb
could be the one we’re lost in

could be the world
could be our fate
could be the walls
could be the police came too late

festooned with baubles
bells and ribbons
in Robbins Row
unopened Gibbons

a grand dame
outran her shame
a grand duke
outran his luck
a grandmother’s
old fashioned recipe
down each throat
became stuck

could be the chair
could be the den
could be the bed
could be the eyes open

could be the scene of the crime
could be the crime of never having seen
could be all of the time
could be (n)everything we’ve been

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