Outside

 

in an abandoned farmhouse outside of town 

a bed, a table, a chair next to the window 

outside - the summer sky scattered miles in all directions 

but through the window it is so small

outside is dry heat and heavy breathing 

no clouds, no visible sign of invisible bodies 

outside there are thin, sharp bones in the tall grass at the highway’s edge 

is it fair? is it far? 

take me home to golden afternoons 

I am so small in the fading light 

come nightfall I won’t exist at all