home we carry
    round and long, polygon
                   
                                                            a floor of aluminum
    foil used and saved, it shines
                                catching light in creases
                                modeling movement, making sound
        the walls are porous

   
                                        childhood in the backyard
                                        carnival, hot dogs
    freedom drums            and cotton candy
    our ears                sun and salt air
    a closed door opens        a little girl licks Bonne Belle lips
                    hides makeup bought with quarters
                    her smile bright as blue eye shadow,
                         too much blush

        heat in the attic
        collapse of air, in reverse
    carves room

                    in our shelter, love
                    mother as bearer and burden
   

    coffee and bacon through a kitchen window             
     pleasure in the plant of a garden               
               

                    home is built on bodies
                     home is made of bodies