Wherever you thought home was

you ask the angels again

to be taken. A trumpet

is locked in a room lit

by a toothbrush chandelier.

Outside the dogs run and some

bleed under the carport.

Are you all cleaned up?

Have you put your mouth

to the door? The floor is unmade

of glitter. I can see you now

as if through a pinhole.

It reeks of Silences. It was joy

to be hidden. Come closer.

And disaster to be found.

If you hear me

you never have to be alone again.