Always under construction
I don’t forget what
roads I have taken
in the night, when lights
from passing cars
strangled the fog
into misshapen dew
and blinded me with
abstract landmarks
Forgiveness is a storm
you feel the hairs on your arms dance
when you’re too close to the fence
you can’t stay on it forever
but you stay frozen as
winds destroy
what’s left of your safe space
Do you want to
build a home
or a bomb shelter
11/24/22