fetal curl style

in the cutting room

arranging the chapters of your life

you look at the front porches of others

from the windows

hapharzarly placed

in rented walls

in the cutting room

you edit

sorting lost moments

songs unheard

love untasted

weighing measuring

from the window

the roads others took

the wings they grew

the standing on the roof top

looking down-ness of it all

your porch has no flowers

weeds in the backyard tickle

your mind reminding you

of places you never went

will never go

in the cutting room

you add the things

you don’t own

don’t know exist

the lack grows

sideways in your soul

you fold it carefully

into small pieces

so it can sit just so

it catches the sunlight

falling on other

people’s porches