Home again
Housesitting again
Rifle through
Your possessions
and stuff
Things that you
Are ashamed of
Home again,
housesitting again
Looking through photos
At the back of your drawer
The way you looked
When you were small

You're safe,
there no prowler
No creeper in your lane
It's better than drugs,
it's- cool
To be in your home again

Home again,
housesitting again
It's- just a little bit far
From the main crowd
reading your poems
When you're not around
Home again
Hospital letter,
a clinic hold
A test that you took
Awaiting results