Home III

I have every confidence
That someday I'll come back and find
the silverware drawer on the first try-
I'll make it  "home"
Call it "home",
Paint a sign and hang it on the door.

Everyone's got a favorite place
To be or have been;
"Honey yours has always
Been in your skin"
So when the window doesn't match
The picture, you don't live there,
You hang your sign on your shoulder.

I'm getting too good at this, I tell myself
I can wrap my heart around anything
With a coffeepot and a front door-
I call it "home", I call it "home"
I don't know the word.

Everyone has a favorite self
They wish that they'd stayed,
And the fear to feel so run-of-the-mill,
I'm just trying to sink my roots
Into anything that'll stay still.

Make me believe
I'm no worse for wear,
Best to start
From the start in the straw.
Place me in pictures
Where we can't find us,
You know
How I don't mind feeling small.