Poem # 21

That new place was warm,

but it’s not quite home.

Coming back, the tension exceeded the norm.

Windows broken and secretes were known.

Time will release the pills.

Slowly breaking,

They will begin to fill,

The holes they’ve been creating.

Home will never be home,

The closest place shown is a telephone.

There’s no place like home?

There’s no place like a telephone.

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