What the lintel told me

Pictures of windows hanging from the ceiling. The attic is filled with trash we collected over the years. Our house is on fire with love and longing. Strands of tinsel hang from our hands. We are a collection of kids clinging to each other. Let’s explore the liminal state. The lintel told me to be back by noon. I’m an old horse trotting down the lane. I could have been anywhere, but I ended up here. Moving backwards in time through town. Where we were born has been melted back down into raw copper. Cool water flows around it, shaping it into a heart. I’m an igloo. My eyes are frozen, fixated on you. Push and pull me all the way home. I’m ready to retire too early. I’m wanted, I know that now. Can you carry me the rest of the way? I’d be happy to I said. I really would.