the constant brain ache makes it near to impossible to think, let alone write. I keep praying for a good night's sleep and it keeps evading me. The nerves have set in about the approaching homecoming. I cannot wait to see my family, but my jaw locks when I think about everything else. Why I am returning to a city that I am no longer invested in, that I no longer care for, and that no longer cares if I am there?


I stand at your funeral
though you are fading
in a pub three blocks away
the hairs I found on my pillow
and the letter i wrote for you
lay in the hole at my feet
i pray of you to stop
your following me
I can't stand the haunt
and when the worms
eat at my fingertips
maybe then I will
remember the movements