The urgency of the
day’s hands grab my wrists 
Warm from the soft embrace of sleep
And drags my body 
across the splintered wood floor
The bags under my eyes weighing 
Us down like anchors through the sand
My hair scrambled on my head 
caught on my closed eyelashes

No thought 
Of the looks I’ll give
The messages I’ll send
The ideas that we’ll share
What I’ll remember and forget

This is the rainy day
You could create something
Revolutionary

This is the sunny day
You could change 
Their life

To the kitchen we drag
For coffee or something

In this kitchen
I play the songs stuck in my head
on repeat
Anthems of the day.

And we dance.
We sing into spatulas steaming from the dishwasher
Both the words and the instruments are out of lungs and into the air
The air filled with the food we’ve loved
The leftovers we’ve loved to see the next day
The laughter carrying over plates to the people that share them

The people that we ask to join us at the cold countertop
With warm mugs and stories to tell
That clean dishes late into the night 
While we sit, legs dangling on the space next to the sink
Chatter fills this home
 
This is the chatter 
That makes me fall in and out of love
That reminds me why 
The tears and the regret 
And the disappointment
Make the best stories 
And the best lessons

If you
have someone
to share them with

If you 
Can love and know that you love 
And dance barefoot on tiled floor and sing

And each day drag yourself 
Out of bed and into the world
Even if by the hands of the day itself

There is no house
Like the house belonging.