I'll write you a new story
To follow when you speak to the newest candidates
Running to be your new mother
New father

I'll scribble it on yellow paper
With vein blue lines
So when you read it- you'll memorize it
Remember it true and sing it softly
Sing it as they preach their speech

Sing it as you wring your hands quietly in the
Third row
Fifth seat in
Orange seat
You don't remember
Do you?

The pain that we sailed through
Morning fog on a summer day
You can't remember

That's why I'm writing it for you
We were older than four
But I can't recall how old exactly

We painted in the barn
And sat in the bamboo forest
Romanticizing the tree house we would build
Fix up- and call it
Home

I am swollen shut
My eyes and fingers cannot see
Or feel
The child I was
But I remember you
So I'll write you a new story

As you paint with pretty pastels
And glue sea shells to the doorway
So when you have a new home
You can remember this one
As being pretty but unrealistic
Like a dollhouse

Welcome home