down Pratt Road and past the schools we go again

and it is the same same stuff that rings

calls me into another life

half crazy half threatened half laundry done shopping

half on the table meat.eggs.on.the.kitchen.table half finish

half anger running half clean

half crumbs half loved half shared halved always had

half and unhalf wept

and unwept soaked and dry at the same time and unknown

unknowing and never finished

small lives half lived leaving half done chores on kitchen

tables half the crumbs to sweeo half emotions unspent and half

pounds of meat left to cook

what matters least

tragedy leaves small lives in gutters and senceless the noise

is in

the background

no more doors to open

now…