tiger balm on the towel
the howls from the bathroom hang
on the walls of the eight bedroom house
 sweat on the trampoline
a dozen Stewart's ice cream gallons
next to the roadkill venison in ziplock bags

yeah we're muddling our way through
feels a bit adventurous now maybe
later the trauma bonds loosen

for some of us
now mourning the lonely freedom of autonomy

half jealous 

half sorry for the other half

still wound up