Grace Carrender

Damaged Goods

That’s how I see me That’s how you see you

Like a home that’s been lived in Vacuums running into tables Chipping paint coffee Spills of hair dye on woven rugs

Drywall holes patched By artwork lined with poetry

Maybe it’s time for an exchange A change in our views For something better, Something good

What it means to be human What it means to be me and you

I just want us to work Dents, holes, stains Patched up with my poetry Outlined with your inkwork

It feels so stupid to hope

Guess that’s what happens When your house has been torn Down and you’ve been left to rebuild Alone

But what if you handed me that brick? And we laid a new foundation Together