“Home is wherever I rest my head.
The sky is my roof. The ground is my bed.
No need for pillows and all that fluff.
Don’t need a home,
your man is tough!”
I know she knows that I am lying.
“Cut that bullshit, and stop pretending,”
She breathes in the world, begins to whisper,
“I just cannot wait
for another year,”
Her lips are trembling in slow motion.
The clock stops ticking.
The air is frozen.
The sky is sailing
in all directions.
The moon is missing.
The stars collide.
“I’m only at home
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