Poem: The stranger is you

December 12, 2013

the stranger

it will all come to this.
a weary traveler arrives
at your door
and quietly makes himself
at home.
even though he may not be welcome,
he finds his way inside
and puts pictures of your life
in the living room.

each frame is a forgotten memory,
each version of you
looks good in the right kind of light,
each corner of a polaroid
peels away slowly over time.

you are the landlord of your journey,
fixing the pieces of yourself
that have forgotten how to work,
cleaning mold from the walls
before realizing
you’ve already built a home
with higher ceilings.