Home Body

In the dream, you just look at me.

Like Id never said anything.

But your eyes...

Dont do something foolish you reckon

like that would change anything...

The nonsense of it...

And then

No warning

The ground shakes ice

loose.

slabs pull piss

feet

to bottom...

A blur.

The gravity of it.

You say its because I didnt ask.

But how could I know?

The house ungrounded without you

would remain?

Homeless?

Eisenberg explained it to me.

Looking fools proof he said.

Uncertainty is all there is.

Have pictures to prove it...

With no grounding

All connections

are digital now

and I dont mean fingers or hands.

On.

There is no running home to you anymore.

Belief is an opposite story.

If you want to arrive, you have to leave, they say.

I kick

and up float

feet - mud clouds - and I -

in water only shoulder height...

Funny its warm...

You warned me Id find myself.

Home less...

I did.

So dont write my address peck in ink.

Im running...

still.

A fool with pictures to prove homelessness is the charge of being...

Still.

In your body.

The sense of it all. A blur.

Look at you at home in your body there.

The fear of far from home behind you.

Funny. How warm that is.

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