Moved

I came and went
came and went
inching through
on blistered feet
straw hat keeping away the sun
a lollipop between my lips
for a taste of something sweet

low down
came the night dreams
all tattered ends
peopled with one-time friends
too long gone to remember names
to put fingers on
to even want to have crowding dream time

the little things still unpacked
because the smallest things don't fit just anywhere
and the one room's done
so I'll live there for now
and ignore the rest of the house
because too much space is like too much company
when you're tired

laughter comes rumbling from the desert
a rabid tumbleweed
thinks it's time to roll on
held in tight by shrinking stomach muscles far too long
but a good laugh doesn't last till the sun comes up
like it used to
at slumber parties
when I was underaged and undernourished
in ways that were never meant to be funny anyway

and anyway it's Easter
but chocolate doesn't excite me anymore
Jesus isn't any closer to resurrection
the bird in the pinetree's whistling Dixie
reminiscing about the South
how it would be fine
if I could unlock the door from the inside
and get out