“
I could build you a house if you let me learn how to, if you’ll
help me hold the nails between my teeth. I am searching for dirt
to stand inside of. A mountain to whistle on. The field that will scream
gold so loud, the heart will stop talking so much. Take this one of mine.
Touch it. Poke its soft walls. It may jump back at first. But it wants your
hands to come to it in the night. It is something that was made for that.
help me hold the nails between my teeth. I am searching for dirt
to stand inside of. A mountain to whistle on. The field that will scream
gold so loud, the heart will stop talking so much. Take this one of mine.
Touch it. Poke its soft walls. It may jump back at first. But it wants your
hands to come to it in the night. It is something that was made for that.
from “San Luis Obispo” by Anis Mojgani
