home is where I rest
(where I rest is home)
at times my house
at times my town
this region where the hills
like waves go up and down
sometimes the seas’
rhythmic dances drown
desire that wants to martyr me

“This is a chair” (original orientation), by Gordon McBride @ DeviantArt.com

sometimes home’s not found
so I wander round and round
touching every body every room
as if to ask if I might rest
as if they had to pass a test
as if my feet weren’t on the ground
as if I couldn’t just sit down

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