and so it is (for those who know it is)

you have to give in to it.
sometimes.

see the world through painted walls... a mirror backing on your
room. when one is brushing, others hear. its weird. its nice. its
where i was. its little things you notice now. seemed so normal.

you set it up your certain way. to make sure each good space is used.
its small. its great. seems so normal. you dont know how or why but
those little things have gotten you.
they creek.
they moan.
they sigh a tone of age but wisdom.
we found it in that bottle. so hidden.

youve known each step. each piece a place. or two. or three.
basement there.
telephone here.
salt shakers up. and oven mitts down.
fish are here. hot sauce there. random sign? one will appear.

up up. downs down. so it says, upon the ground.

a one step closet above the stairs.
turned up and down.
a modest stand now faced with chairs.

...born in. forever. sad. its so...


it seems a place that calls me home.

ill do the same and call it home too.