Only Children Have Homes

People get spent on Monday.

Tomorrow’s dollar is a friend.

I have a pocketbook of earth

and my mother’s a wine glass.

My father writes his trouble

in a letter, and the answer’s honey.

The bail is haunted. The corn

aches my mind.  Dig a gun in

the way you come from.

The sun’s dead as us, and hungry

dry and pretty and surrounding.

Ed Skoog is the author of two books of poems, Rough Day and Mister Skylight, both published by Copper Canyon Press. He lives in Seattle.