Familiar

I could straddle the streets.
Always forcing forwards with my left foot
and not notice

the closed curtains
the lack of cats
and the smell of gas with no fire.

It could combust
like a sofa in the middle of the night
all the back doors open

with no strangers
to blame for arson,
I could dodge the street signs

the constellation of chewing gum
a map back to my house
where even I dont smell familiar.