I don't leave my house very much
when I do
you are near my door staring down
into little clay pots
dropping in tiny purple seeds
blue camerian falls from your dress
onto my stairs
I'll keep it there until you leave
so I stay inside with my microwave popcorn
and foldger's instant coffee
looking through the peep hole
until you're gone.
10 o'clock is when I go to sleep
but tonight I'm waiting for you to stop
dancing at my door.
no ones waiting for me
except the monsters swinging in my chandelier
I've told them to leave twice now
but I think they are staying for good
they've been writing the most terrible songs and asking for
milk
I've said they can stay only
until tomorrow.
near the window I lay down,
watching you twirl in that blue dress
wishing everyone would just leave
so I could talk to myself and drink my coffee
let her down,
all the way down
into the wind of her sleeping heart.
make her stand when she wakes
spin her around until she starts to laugh
and now I've let you inside
where you continue to dance
and the monsters continue
to sing
and I soon realize you may find that my monsters love expired milk best.
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