Touched by Comfort

It's the same place on a map

But most things have turned over

Buildings repurposed, money exchanged

Between floating hands

I thumb through, looking for something flammable

But I can't rely on getting handed a book of matches every time

I wish it were direct where things can go

But only pictures, always pictures

Covered in dust that I ate from a bag at a place we bought gas

Hobbling into childhood again

He'll thank me for my blessing

But I barely keep in touch

It's the same place on a map

But most things have turned over