Rest
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