Home is her body feeling.

An under construction heart, nothing is ever fixed.

Internal floor plans for a house that never gets built.

Will the walls hold together while you sleep?

Get used to the hole in the floor that is not patched.

Falling apart, performing, hiding.

We don’t do things this way in here.

Is this a home I can rest in?

Either fix the house or walk away before the ceiling caves in.

We’re out and up, free to watch the sky.