Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun

And the days blur into one

And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done



Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline

Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass

Was never much but we made the most

Welcome home



Ships are launching from my chest

Some have names but most do not

If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost



Heal the scars from off my back

I don't need them anymore

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars

I've come home