Do you look us in the eyes?
Our lackluster clothes,
Unfriendly wrinkles,
Hints of brandy and charcoal
Punching your nostrils
My sharp pitchfork,
My unwavering grip,
I dig it into “my land”
That is what I tell them
My wife’s lack of eye contact,
And her tight-lipped mouth,
Caging in a rapid fire tongue
Her bitter dirt breath,
That pushes strangers away
Behind our cotton curtains
Covering our weary bedroom,
There is so much wonder
that our house brings to outsiders
A defensive stance,
A reminder
That you are crossing into our space
Our unpredictability,
Your foreignness and your body,
The inability to trust
Festering between us.
Do you dare approach?
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