You will go to his house
Use his socks
Pretend like this is no big thing.
When you were a child, you planted an avocado seed,
hoping it would grow into a tree
You haven’t stopped growing, have you?
You will go to his house, hope he will ask you to stay
Since when did your stars become so heavy
Have they always sunk into the sky like stones
When you skim them across the surface of your palms?
When he asks you to stay, you won’t resist
The avocado tree sinks heavy branches over the neighbours fence
And neighbourhood kids catch them when they fall
to peg at the water
Hoping they can cheat more than two hops over the surface.
He’ll give you his arms for the night and you will take them:
Two chins are better than one
You always sleep better holding something
Beggars can’t be choosers
You catch his heavy branches
Hoping that you can build something in them
But they always bounce back
The sun rises
And you sink into your skin
