Pt. I
The house has been empty.
One by one they will trickle back in:
Assertiveness on a Tuesday
Curiosity on a Wednesday
Honesty on a Thursday...
I have not been away but
on Friday
I will come home.
Pt. II
I don't have an address.
You can't write me.
My body is my only house
My self is my only home
My bed is empty, but
I am full.
The only family I know
are seated in darkness,
distant relatives
with strange faces.
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