if no one is home come in through 
the window

make yourself at home
here-- this body is your
body--
come on in through my
windows--
i'm an unlocked body
-- wipe your feet on my palms
& we'll collect the dirt from
your shoes & make
a sandbox-- 
the ants will play castanets  
with their jaws & 
we'll make wet sand with
with water foundation buckets--
you followed a map on
the back of a diner napkin--
a poem written in the language
of creased skin & 
open windows & 
my uncle's unfinished paintings--
i feel like an unfinished painting--
let's pour out the acrylics 
into the grass--
make a blue lawn & 
celebrate these bodies unfinished--
unfurl your napkins like
white flags & surrender  
to the front porch
with the light on--
glow
hotter than the moon with
me--
watch our mother set the 
heavy cast iron skillet 
smack on the moon & the eggs 
spit & pop in the heat--
bleed ketchup--
lick the plate & cross
your legs
on the steps outside--
the moths are banging their
heads & 
the window is open 
crawl inside--
over the stacks of 
notebooks &
across the book shelf--
find me there face up 
on the sofa looking through
the ceiling--
you can't control who 
finds you poems but you 
can leave you windows unlatched
at night--
your front door unlocked--
your hands covered in foot prints--
& you'll walk home
from school in autumn & you'll
see a leaf so red you'll have
to pick it up 
& on the back of it will
be another stanza--
my bruises fall like leaves--
my words like wrinkles in
the bark--
take a spatula to flip over
the eggs burning in the face
of the moon--
come on in
come on in 
the windows are open--
the porch like 
is banging its head again
a moth--