Chores

12/23/2016

is there a reset button,
press it once and take me back
   to the courtyard where we once sat
   and we could only imagine the future
where there would be dogs to feed
and grocery lists written on junk mail
where the pillow cases never matched
and the front door matt lettering no longer legible
   like the neon letters of businesses
   you point and laugh at when the missing letters leave
   an awkward phrase
and i stare at my shoes, nervous
that i don't know the right buttons to mash
no marker on the map to tell me
how to get out of this place
or where i am going next
and we can listen to the morning
 before the alarm
 screams