In all the madness of my harried wealth designs,
my caffeinated single-family Laundromat of off-key singing,
within the stench of dishes stacked atop yesterday’s laughter,
the brittle, unwatered lawn of the backyard of my bookbag,
inside the cracked vase around the candle of our daydreams,
the frayed pocket of the jacket missing buttons and a destiny,
I wish I’d taken the time to tuck you into bed tonight.
