Home again
Housesitting again
Rifle through
Your possessions

and stuff
Things that you
Are ashamed of
Home again,
housesitting again
Looking through photos
At the back of your drawer
The way you looked
When you were small

You磓e safe,
there磔 no prowler
No creeper in your lane
It磔 better than drugs,
it磔 cool
To be in your home again

Home again,
housesitting again
It磔 just a little bit far
From the main crowd
reading your poems
When you磓e not around
Home again
Hospital letter,
a clinic hold
A test that you took
Awaiting results