nightlights

i come from a bad home.

homes are not the people
that live together,
it is not their love,
or the love that isn't present.

a home is not where the heart is,
where it wants to be.
home is not you and me.

it is us and them,
and the dark furniture
that becomes leg hazards in the dark.

a good home has good night lights
to keep a friendly glow,
of the upstairs hall.

my father is snoring,
the nightlights are off.



-8/10/07 (uploaded, not written) TD