The smell of lavender seeps out in the rain
Delicate like sugar
Dusted on fairy cakes
I am hungry again
Like nothing will suffice
The old woman takes bags from the back of the car
Food for the children
Not mine
I am upstairs watching
Eliminating veins
Quietly
Studiously
As meaningful as love
I think of the word
Misadventure
Chew it over
With the lavender seeds
It implies adventure
The peak of a mountain
A smile
A photo
A pat on the back
A place very far from these cardboard walls
This half way home
Not quite here
Not quite settled
A place to sleep
Not dream
I look at the hole in the ceiling
Talk to it like a face
Look I’m dying
I know
It might take a while though
Pack a bag
Settle in
Have a cup of tea
A broken biscuit
You might go before me
Waiting for the end of this adventure
My misadventure
I admire how you keep going on spindle legs
Nothing more than an ounce of seed and a smile
The little girl passes pennies over the counter
Her hair is wet
And greasy
Not loved like a little girl should be
Like anyone should be
It is hard to digest
The cloud is whipped like frosting
Spiders climb deep into the window frame
Hiding
I find it hard to walk now
Catching lavender in the rain.
