Damaged safety is all a home could ever give
Take my gummy smiles, trade them for jaded edges
Grew up watered with bleach, rose petal sized bruises
Constantly mistaking love for misplaced too little, too late apologies
No apologies, just silences scarfed down between bites of chicken and rice
We lament together in the abuses of so-called protectors
Before dodging each other’s blows to heads and hearts
Unknown to care, gentle care, the sitcom type of care
Except that we’ve memorized care
in how we put salve on each other’s wounds
If only to split them open later after all what good are bitter memories
If not to be used as red-hot pokers at our weakest
In how our best jokes hide away layers of suffering
Crueler villains could not exist except those that learned the language of trauma along-side you
More soothing nurses could not exist except those that speak that same language
Home is knowing the dark origin story of your story’s villain
Is the same as your own
You’ve carved out safety in the damages you share
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