Place to go Home

more chocate daddy
more chocate

(you always need a place to go home to)

so he builds a palace
in the forest
paints my bedroom green.

she says it too
but i don't believe her;

futon adjacent to the windows
where the bed used to lie,

vcr on the dresser,
shelf emptied,
boxes of me
filling the closets.

more chocate daddy,

unpiling life
gets tiring
after the seventh box
and the seventh empty spot
where nothing needed
is found.

no caitlin, you already had
enough chocolate.
no caitlin...caitlin, listen
to your mother.