WHEN THEY DEMOLISH YOUR HOUSE

When they demolish your house, 

I want to be there.

When they treat you for death, 

I want to hear that you feel great.

Hey, when that guy beans you with a baseball, 

I want to be able to say: Go Get ‘Im, Tiger.

When you forget who you are, 

I want to follow you from the hospital

to the shelter. 

I will be the one 

with the balloon 

that is red and fat 

and no one knows 

is really a satellite

for watching you. 

I want to join you on another

earth that looks just like this one, 

only perfect, smaller, and the size 

of a warm, kind toaster.