Exit seat room for my knees Cold window the sun seemed close Rough landing a tremor in a cave the flooded aisle way Detroit air pierced the gate Snowy concrete my chest felt warm Sense of home from familiar potholed roads My dad picked me up, it's been a few months He choked up when we hugged Last week I went out every night Now I want to stay inside Trees were white the street was ice A fire burned in front of a love seat Tenderness, all the picture frames Against the wall multiplied Last week I went out every night Now I want to stay inside