I'll Come Back

January 13th, 2019

Even after all these times I've had my shit stolen on your streets,
Even after all the fires that rip through buildings overheated,
Even after every hazy summer smokey sky,
I'll come back to you Redding
It's not because I can make myself millions here,
It's not that I sleep next to the river often on afternoons,
it's not because I enjoy the company of kept queen-wannabes
or that I like lifting my truck.
I'll keep coming back to you as long as you keep changing,
because you are not old enough to know who you are yet
Because I am not old enough to tell you who you are yet
Because you are the broth of the pot, not
the the chunks risen to the top then skimmed off
You are nothing yet and everything already