Shot taken from the old dam along the Arkansas River on January 30, 2017, near Dodge City, Kansas. My house is in the distance across the field.

The House I Grew Up In

I walked through gardens of tumbleweeds.
The back door swung like a metronome.
Spiders gnawed at windowsills.

The kitchen smelled like cigarettes.
The living room was a coffin filled with dust.
My bedroom opened into a star-filled sky.

I ran through hallways of empty picture frames.
My key chain rattled against my teeth.
My car began to burn in the driveway.

Sidewalks gave way to quicksand.
You said I could come home again.

Published in the Dunes Review, Volume 20, Issue I
Winter/Spring 2016