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I dipped my fingers in paint
made them look like little houses
and shoved my hand into an anthill
built domesticity from my blood

I drove down the highway
thought I was on a porch
in texas
with a cigarette and a beer

I had taken in a boy
without a place to sleep
he wakes me up at night
when afraid
or hungry for fresh air
I show him how to work
the lock on the porch
and try to go back to sleep
on the couch