Home still exists.
Where is homeland?
Look how wonderful your fear is, they goad.
Now step over the edge.
The snake was never an intruder in paradise
but a permanent resident.
Dinner was served already a memory:
Warm, heavy, familiar, bearable.
I see now that big brother fear//had the strength and muscle to pull out the atrophied qualities in adult life.
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My father, gravity, heard the rumor of my death,
Went into his room intending to hide
Pretending the shape of inception.
I am a traveler on the journey between lives. Please
hold my hand. I’m scared. Please carry me.
The last time I did, my reflection twitched, glitched, distorted.
A bug? A body? A burden?