Episode 15: Super Young Love at Home

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1. Superlove

I won't let you in. 
I'll fight you to the end.
Too close, I can no longer be your friend. 
Love ends where hate begins. 
You are which of the seven holy sins. 
Hold you down, surrender to me. 
Meet you in the black hole 
of a distant galaxy. 
You make me strong, 
can no longer deny. 
The thought of you 
makes me comply. 
All I ever wanted was you, 
black and white tableau 
flame in my mind, 
of all the memories we left behind. 
All the minutes 
I imagined me and you, together, 
like it was only natural, 
a hushed greeting from you, 
like a sledgehammer to my loins. 
I feel almost normal 
when you're near me, 
but I keep myself guarded, 
unable to face the truth. 
And if I lose myself in you, 
then me will cease to be. 
I refuse to let go, 
of all the things 
that I have ever known. 
Love hardens, love breaks, 
but I won't let you in.
 Pride - I think - is my only sin. 

2. To be young again!

To jump on cracks, breaking mama's back. 
To run from the shadows of a cloud on a spring day. 
To skip to my Lou, fall down from a ring of roses, hopscotch and jump rope and down down baby. 
To be enlightened by curiosity.
 To examine the world through science, reason. 
To believe in God unrepentantly. 
To beg someone
 to kiss the boo boo 
to make it better.
 To imagine the floor is lava.
 To defend to the death 
the notion that 
Rain on a sunny day 
is the devil's wife weeping. 
To bathe in water and imagine the Titanic sinking. 
To clutch your teddy bear, thinking they will save you. 
To be young again. 

3. Home

Home is where the fences are cinder blocks, 
radiating heat well into the night. 
Home is where the shit on the street 
is from ornamental plums, 
and not migrating ducks and geese. 
Home is knowing where the garlic salt is 
in the kitchen. 
Home is where your dog is. 
Home is waking up to the sun every day, 
ten months out of the year. 
Home is walking out to your car, 
covered in a thin coat of dust. 
Home is moving your joints 
and not hearing them crack 
because humidity.
 
Every day is a new day. 
I have been craving this adventure. 
I earned my stripes. 
The ride is bumpy, 
and I'm wearing a helmet. 
I got it good, for now. 
But sometimes, 
when you're feeling 
so far removed, 
when you hear a noise 
that doesn't sound right, 
you want to be home. 

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