Go back to what you cherish

You go back home
and you find your pocket,
when you’re with your homegirl,
and there’s nothing you can’t do.
You relish in the things—
you recall the story,
washing the places you’ve been.

And you lay it all down,
you unfold it together.
And somehow,
you feel better.
like somewhere held
comes floating back.
And you both recall your authority.

When she reminds you,
and you know you can do it.
You dream it up,
and you wear it again—
your pleasure
like an outfit that’s snug,
your desire like a tug,
the possibilities that need you,
the pocket
or your heart
when it’s plugged.
And this time you can keep it,
how you find just what you needed,
that one long-lost song.