Poetry Monday: Nowhere to Go

I don’t want to go home,
So, I wander to nowhere;
Sweaty and tired,
Thinking of one thing.
I don’t want to be anywhere
Because I’m afraid I’m not wanted.
And the more I think
The more I want to go to one place.
I can’t go there;
Not without permission.
So, I wander,
Sweaty and tired,
To be anywhere but home.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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