They Kissed Their Homes

In their clothes they went to sleep and they’re in the sunny part of the driveway and they fumble with their keys and scrape drool from under their lips and they inspect their teeth in their truck paint and they wake up from their own snoring and try to get back to sleep but their bed is too warm and there is always a radio alarm going and a woman is radiant from her morning walk and there is a cawing in her lawn and they back out on the street with their air conditioners running and they honk at a homeless man and he returns to his spot under the awning.