We just need a room
Any room will do
Somewhere warm to lay with our shoulders pressed together
To fill with our laughter
To weigh the air with our scent
We dream our own lives on the plain white walls
We look down at the world from the window
It can snow if we lower the screen
With nickels from pockets
We buy each day
We wake and speak
And watch words form from air and from within us
I am not ready to leave
This room or that
The nest we have made from scraps of whispers and blankets and wrappers
The driveway is our moat
I can neither hold us in (though we built in there)
Nor keep the world out
And we cannot see past the end of the street
Where the trees grow in spikes
And we are dragged out like the dead by our own feet