HOME is how we F L.
E
E.
That is your choice.
You have a new memory.
Facebook,
scrapbook,
screenshot of
a woven cornucopia and
red and white gingham,
under [magazine material] ghosts
With mouths gaping open to
Scream,
Laugh,
Eat?
I am not screaming,
I am the scream.
Ghosts are once
(we are once)
kids eating sandwiches
with doughy white flesh
that tear under their glossy fingers
(there is no blood,
just ants swarming,
ants small like grains of sand -
who holds our hourglass?)
You have a new memory.
That’s your choice,
who holds our hourglass?
(Kids with [magazine material] fingers
ants swarming
ants screaming
ants ghosting
You have a new memory,
a new grain of sand,
days like the ocean —
washed away)
HOME is how we F L.
E
E.
HOME is
the ocean.
HOME is
not
the ocean.
Grains of sand
on a beach
in a hourglass —
Who holds you?
That
Is
Your
Choice.