Making a Home or Starting a Family, Such Things Start on Ones

Making a Home or Starting a Family, Such Things Start on Ones

Being obtuse
I held you acutely.
I held you in pinchers
pressured and pressed.

Mysteriously cloaked
I collected you
hidden from view
you dared to look in.

Open and daring
opened my jacket
wares on sale I said
but we know they're free for the the taking.

Heart up my sleeve
you had to reach in
not knowing
when the beast could strike.

(I'm sorry for such volition.)

Hungry and sore
I made my way for more
collecting the good
trying with effort to forget the rest.

Held and not seen
and holding not able to be
I shut doors
and barred all the windows.

But the house is all clean
and the dust has settled
and been swept
and I think I'll put up the room and board sign on the street.

(I forget the last offer, I think it was reasonable the last time I got it appraised.)

But vistors are welcome
but we all know they can't stand to stay
so I'll have a bed and breakfast
where people can remember the good times they had.

(I know I do.)

-Matthew Koutzun