People
get all up in your shit.
They want to know about things.
They are far too inquisitive
for my liking.

They are always
trying to shamelessly
peer
into my windows.

But hey,
come on in.
Pour your baggage
all over my coffee table
because we are all
just wounded animals
in a great war
beyond our comprehension.

So why don’t you make yourself
right at home
because you’re going to
anyway

and we’re fresh out of dreams.