Poetry · Writing

two by four and a nail

the vibrations

attack my hand like a need

a need for a fix.

holding myself close

the shakes come and go

shaking free

shaking loose- not loose enough

before the home


come on home

this is our treehouse

missing on two by four and a nail

a dream come true

our six-year-old selves are giddy

shaking loose never loose enough


climbing up and up

high enough and we’re a little dizzy

staying up all night memory is a little fuzzy

stars charmed the pants off us- got a little snuggly


the home remains- dishes washed and floor cleaned

door bell missing and a two steps or four.


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