it is so
homely
to be at home
away from home
there is a certain
warmth
that is worth
five gallons of gasoline
it is
able to ignite
the messiest flame
creating ashes
into tea pots
it warms the soul
my throat traps in.
these homes
my tongue speaks of
are missing
trap doors
there are no
hidden secrets
to this
happiness.
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