The Things We Can’t Bring Home
First they painted love white. Mother, wife,altar, home. A room with no fingerprintson the glass. Then they named hungersomething elseand sent it downstairs. But nothing sent downstairsstays there. It warms the pipes.It stains the ceiling.It learns the hidden routesbetween rooms. Still,the clean housecalled itself home. A house has walls. A home has roomfor what returnsashamed. Hungerdoes not travel alone. It brings money.It brings rank.It brings the old questionof who can leave […]https://joshua404c.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/a-clockwork-white/








