Glitter Beard

A single piece of red glitter marks the start of the trail from where you were to where you are

Like some queer hansel and gretel.

I follow you through the old house that is a different kind of home now

To another city

To my bed

My kitchen

My bathroom

I look down, a piece is stuck to my chest

My inner thigh

It's been days now

I've showered

Changed

Still, there it is

I look to the side, a piece is on my pillow

In that place that your head rested when you reached through the dark for me

But they're just breadcrumbs

And the children are already in the oven