shouldn't feel so far apart
-Jack Johnson
the prodigal
stands on the front porch
waiting for her brother to come back.
her feet aren’t lost, but her heart is,
which is far more precarious than any other misdirection.
what’s worse: she doesn’t know it.
she thinks that if her feet are on the front porch
then her heart is as well.
how can I be so out of touch
with something right inside my chest?
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