Dust Bunnies

Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors

the craters left by meteors

The windows we rebuilt once more

Never fully close

The bookmarks in unfinished novels

Generations judged immoral

The subtle smell of burnt debris

mixed with dust and soil

The ruins of empires past

The sad remains of broken glass

The idiotic will to hope

to soften every blow

The heavy weight, invisible

of expectations, rituals

The strings attached that hang above

a partner’s lasting love

The magnets on your mother’s fridge

Your heartbreaking heritage

Our ancestors may have known

There’s nowhere left to go

Scattered words in all three languages

Scars that always seem to itch

The stench of slaughtered cows in summer

like living in a giant gutter

The cactus growing in my throat

There’s nowhere left to go

Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors

the craters left by meteors

The windows we rebuilt once more

Never fully close

The ruins of empires past

The sad remains of broken glass

The idiotic will to hope

to soften every blow

The magnets on your mother’s fridge

Your heartbreaking heritage

Our ancestors may have known

There’s nowhere left to go

Scattered words in all three languages

Scars that always seem to itch

The stench of slaughtered cows in summer

like living in a giant gutter

The power cuts, the deadly boats

the thunderstorms, ear-splitting drones

The cactus growing in my throat

There’s nowhere left to go