This Morning, Your House
This morning your house hugs me tight – the purring fridge the drying laundry your smells lingers on my fingers today your four walls hold me This morning your house hugs me tight Fried eggs and hot chocolate on a bar chair the yolk spreads, reaches for my skin I lick it absently This morning your house hugs me tight I dance in your kitchen I wash the dishes I sing softly I cover my…