[*] Free
You tore down our house.
You’re “fucking Free” now.
Though you don’t see
the wider cage you’ve chosen.
Our house we could move
where you wanted.
We could rebuild.
Unwieldy? Yes,
but I chose it;
I believe “home is
where the heart is.”
And my home is in you.
Your new cage loves only power.
Pretending love with
visas and parole:
“free” this
and “no-fault” that.
In the evening of our lives,
our house would cover us
from the rain
and aging pain
as we lie down
to rest.
The cage lets us wash away—
replacing us as soon as
it no longer receives your love.
The house takes work now
so we can live forever.
The cage feels nice now
and maybe always will.
But I don’t believe it,
at least not for me.
Please come home.
Please help me rebuild.


What a beauty 🥹❤️