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.
