when i find myself back at my parents house
pleasantries are easier found
when the anger has died
and it's tenants have fallen to rest
what if it's much more appealing
when the people that pace its floor
are pasty and float when they walk?
shells of what they were in 2019
she asks me if i still want to return
and i can't help but think that
i prefer maybe to be caressed by ghosts
as i fall asleep
than to sit alone in my apartment bed
wondering if they want me still
but perhaps it is better
perhaps it is better