It'll Walk

It’ll be like something in a movie

It'll walk on wooden doors

And stomp them

Until they open

It'll be a painting of a picture, taken 25 years ago when you first awakened, incarcerated

Sister

It'll sting like the claw of the pet you love and have named and grown up with when it cuts you,

And It’ll all Not be Too

Sweetened and sorry

Happy and hardly

Worth the trip ‘round the world